a crooked nook

Ah, the taste of berries was never something the man could get acquainted with, ripe or not. "The berries here aren't ripe yet...but I'm sure you already figured that out." Head snapping to his right, the Russian set his sights on a new soul. As white as virgin snow with a light pink nose, amethyst eyes had laid upon a wolf larger than him. It was clearly a female, young, simply by what the tone of the voice was. This stranger had all the appearances of an albino, yet the ocean blue eyes upon her face deceived this conclusion. Varon had come across another similar like her, but most of these strangely born creatures were born with red eyes to accommodate the gentle pink skin. It was also a bit strange to see a female, who while still young, was taller than him. Based upon the others he had met, it seemed like it was a common occurrence for larger wolves to live around these new lands.

Silent for a moment, the Russian tried to think of something to say, not feeling particularly anxious to talk to someone new. In fact, he was rather flustered, being caught spitting out some ripe berries like a silly pup. Regardless, he kept his head high and gaze rather neutral. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to have a small conversation, maybe even learn about this area further.  "Я не люблю яго-"... Oh, right. These creatures spoke the common tongue. Every day he went on his own alone, he would forget to switch back. Clearing his throat, he tried again,  "Sorry... I don't really like berries. Who are you?" Perhaps Varon sounded rather blunt or even rude. It was a simple mistake, he didn't mean it. But what was said was said, voice betraying the fact that he was an outsider and simply didn't belong. Audits pulled forward, attempting to straighten his posture so he didn't appear as rude and more... intrigued.