"In your tongue my family would be called SwiftPaw, and you are welcome." 

An improbably small man revealed himself then to be the master of the guild. He told Swift that the guild was slightly different from a Pride, but Swift didn't see it. The man had an odd idea about his culture, but he felt it best not to bother correcting him. Humans never learned anything the Leonin tried to teach them. Swift merely nodded at him. 

He was about to address the Guildmaster when something jumped and clung to him. Swift reflexively struck out, his paw(claws blessedly retracted) making contact before his head had even turned to see what it was. It was, in fact, a smaller boy, who was knocked through the air and across the room by the force of the blow.

Swift's ears flattened in alarm, and he rushed over to where the boy landed. "My apologies, small cub. It is unwise to surprise a Leonin."