Nope, not quite convincing enough. He chuffed a sigh and rolled his eyes. A large bird soared lazily overhead then, its claws curved around a small carcass, and this was sufficient development to occupy his attention—would it drop its load, haha, or would it not—until he crested the hill. He sent the bird off with a fond gaze. Thanks, pal.
It was a pretty little scene below; he counted at least one creek and plenty of sunbeams. But what set his tail to wagging, albeit slowly due to his lack of non-hunger, was the pervasive scent of a wolf family. A number of blood relatives occupied this space, not just a collection of lone wolves banding together out of necessity. He hadn't run into a proper family since he'd left the Warbler Forest tribe, and he felt a pang of fond regret at remembering them. If only they'd liked to travel! But here was his next chance to meet some fine, interesting folk who could teach him their traditions... And possibly tell him where the rabbits liked to nest.
His stomach gnawed at him in a petty reminder of what he was missing. Paying it no mind—wretched, ungrateful scoundrel—Teshi cleared his throat and tilted his head back. He shot a clear, fairly brief announcement into the still air.
Hey there. Anybody home?