Fitz turns quickly on his heel to face the newcomer who has wandered into these icy caverns alongside him--but the glacier's caverns are gone from his sight, suddenly, and instead all he sees before him is a young man standing on the side of a busy footpath. He stares at Huaisang without losing any of the frantic energy in his eyes, but he does seem to pause, as though there is a part of his mind somewhere under all those delightfully messy black locks that knows something is off.

He cuts his eyes to the side; a random rubbernecker immediately clears her throat and books it in the opposite direction, sorry, scary guy, don't mind me, etc. Then Fitz looks back to Huaisang again. "The Fool is what he calls himself. It's no insult between us, but I..." A little furrow appears between his eyebrows, and he looks over his shoulder again. He's lost the plot, clearly.

Nighteyes has only rarely had cause or opportunity to communicate with humans other than Fitz, and it was always a fraught process, even for those humans who understood and had some proclivity towards Wit magic. A Wit bond is a unique thing forged between two unique minds, and there are layers of complex magic at work in helping a wolf understand a man, and vice versa. But if Nighteyes doesn't try, it is hard not to fear that he will soon be alone in this place, and a lone wolf without his pack is a dead wolf.

He lowers his head with a non-threatening whine and walks towards Huaisang with his eyes down and tail lowered. Getting his intention across from his mind to Huaisang's is like hurling himself across a vast chasm, unsure of whether his claws will find purchase on the other side, but he tries.

Hello, Hummingbird. Please help us.