The stranger snapped at it, prompting the wolf to redirect its approach. It was unexpected, but nothing it wasn't used to. It huffed, almost a laugh, if not for the utter lack of emotion on its face. This small, fat male was not at all threatening, but his response made Iðunn a tad wary. It wasn't as if there were many candidates to spar with in his loneliness.

Conversation was not one of Iðunn's strengths, especially with its understanding of English. Want to know... how I here. Its thick, Arabic accent minced its words. A pity the ugly language was so common. It could do without it in its memory, but unfortunately information was necessary at some times. A hunting partner was always valuable, and there is no reason to help another when they are talking nonsense, or in another language.