Who let the dogs out?

Mojito scraped some snow away, and squinted at the brown grass he'd unveiled. Still nothing... He wouldn't be surprised if everything worth taking already had been. The little wolf-dog sighed. The crunching of paws on snow and the scent of another wolf pulled his focus and the man spotted a larger man approaching. The scent was vaguely familiar with, he'd often caught it when he'd been near the borders, so this was who had been running patrols as of late then. He considered if he was going to approach or not, ultimately it would be better for him to get along with his pack mates and at the very least he knew he could defend himself if need be, but couldn't blame a man who'd been treated like shit for his own birth his whole life for being cautious. Mojito sighed and decided to flag the man down. "Hey!" He said as he approached the larger man. "I think I've seen you around running patrols some. Any chance you've seen any surviving plants while out and about?" He tried to keep his tone friendly even if he couldn't keep the caution from his expression. Never knew how a stranger would react to an "abomination" like him, y'know like it hadn't been his pure blooded wolf mother who had chosen his father. "I'm Mojito by the way!" No one would ever be able to claim he wasn't at least polite.

"Speech"