Pluto was so wrapped up in his own misery, he didn't notice the ghostly figure across the way for quite a while. He wasn't used to seeing other lupines, and he couldn't tell what their size relation was... but they looked tall. Hell, he could barely figure whether it was a male or a female, nose twitching as he tried to sift through the jumble of instinctual knowledge. Guy? It probably didn't even matter. They were stalking along the other side of the lake, and Pluto just told himself to keep an eye out, but that it was probably just some feral beast. The dark god bent his head to take another bite, seeing the other figure come to attention all of a sudden and glance this way. Fuck -- was this going to be a problem?

The surprise was mirrored on Pluto as the greeting fell in the chilly air between them. He looked up sharply, ears turning back, and simply stared for a moment. Ember, who hadn't been paying attention, gave a startled screech and abandoned his meal to flutter onto Pluto's back. The man rolled his eyes as he threw the bird a dirty look and stood, tail held awkwardly straight out behind him and head high.

Halló, he returned, offering a respectful tip of his head, I... hope I've left enough space between myself and the nearby group.

If he could smell there were others, it made sense they might've smelled him. And this guy, he certainly smelled like them. Why did dogs focus so much on smell? Was he too close to be polite, by wolven standards? He didn't know how this shit worked.