I could say the Right way

█ She would ask a question, a useless question. Why did she need to know who he was, how would that benefit her at all. She was a pack wolf, she had a group working with her for her survival. Though there was always a threat, yet even with her hostility he felt no threat from her. Smaller, weaker, he could probably snap her in two if he was careful enough. Though it wouldn't benefit him at all unless she was going to attack him so he would stay put blinking at her. Who was he? What was the correct answer for this he wasn't quiet sure. "Migi." he said trying to offer his name. Perhaps that is what she required.
As if she had turned invisible he walked past her, towards the other end of the geyser avoiding it along the way. The spout was probably enough to boil his blood. Any poor wolf who pulled itself onto it would die. He noted the small animal bones near it, completely free of flesh. Lesser animals that had become victims, something he didn't carry empathy for.