[Eliot's not exactly well-versed in canine body language, but it's pretty obvious that the other wolf isn't pleased with his presence. It's cool, he's not looking for a fight, but...he wouldn't exactly mind one, if it came down to it. He's stiff-legged and tense--

--but his attention turns when the elf crouches down and talks to him.

There's a slight wag of his tail, and Eliot nods. Yeah, he's not an ordinary wolf, and if revealing his intelligence gets him more food, well. He's all for it.]