A foreign wanderer

It wasn't long before the younger male was apologizing for the intrusion. "I'm very sorry sir, I will be a lot more careful next time. It was clear within the face, that this yearling was still fairly new to be on his own and wasn't especially prepared to meet someone as rough as him. There was a scent upon the boys fur that was familiar - the scent of many others, in other words, a pack wolf. There was a few moments of awkward silence, Varon feeling rather irritated and not in the mood to talk. Feeling that there was nothing left to say, the Russian began to turn around, giving one more glance at the yearling before taking a step forward. He didn't get far before more words began to spill out of his mouth, "Where did you come from? I've never heard an accent like that, it sounds pretty interesting." There was a bit of an awkward smile appearing on his face, brown ears pulled back at the sudden question.

Varon hesitated for a moment, looking into the heterochromia eyes before staring down at the ground. It wasn't a question that was new to him, but one that he didn't expect. "Uhh..." What would he say? Varon usually had no trouble just ignoring anyone he didn't wish to talk to, but this younger wolf seemed really interested. About a minute passed before a slight sigh released from him, turning back around and sitting down. Maybe he could trade information about his home for information about the lands here. After all, the boy was clearly born somewhere nearby, and it was best to know what he could expect. "I've come from a far north-west land, covered in clean snow, and many tall pine dance with the cold wind," purple eyes felt nostalgic speaking about his hometown. "What do you know of the nearby lands here?"