A foreign wanderer

Ah, the peace and quiet was starting to throw him off his direction, the foreigner now wandering around without a specific direction. While the nose was usually the first sense to catch someone nearby, it was the steps of a stranger that suddenly made the man stop, head pulling up and ears pushing forward to listen. Royal purple orbs strained themselves to see what exactly was coming closer. Lips were starting to tie back, revealing young white canines, ready to defend and protect. A few more moments passed before a shadow finally appeared in front of him, and only a second or two would pass after that before the large canine had stopped right in front of him, his own head low and obviously not paying attention. The Russian merely stood there, waiting for this idiot to realize what he was doing. Head raising, the multi-grey boy released a sheepish smile, revealing the odd colored eyes that he possessed. "Sorry about that! I was looking at my paws too hard. I'm Fable Ancora, nice to meet you!"

Although Varon was a full-grown adult, it was clear that this yearling would be a big man, as he was already bigger than even himself. Despite the sudden intrusion, the Slav managed to calm his nerves, fur upon his back flattening. Glancing over to the side, Varon hesitated for a response, not used to having to socialize with strangers. There were very few other wolves he had ran into since leaving his pack, so he was fairly inexperienced with such a thing. "Посмо-" he began to speak his own language before remembering that the common tongue was spoken around these lands. "Watch where you are going," he finally spat out quite bluntly, accent betraying his status here as someone clearly new. It was difficult to watch the young boy clearly happy to see the earthly toned man, unsure of why there was so much enthusiasm. Varon wasn't the type to make much conversation, and the idea of revealing his name to a stranger was just not a custom.