Won't you fly high, free bird, yeah

There might not have been time for an awkward pause between them, but Melanthios had never been one who did well with initial interactions. They could be a bit of an odd one in that sense, as if they weren’t different enough already! Though the kindness and warmth of the stranger’s voice brought a smile to Melanthios’ lips. The giant shook their head, speaking in a gentler tone. “No no, you’ve no reason to apologize. It’s just been a little while since I’ve interacted with a stranger… I guess it’s lead me to be a bit nervous.” Melanthios’ ears twitched curiously as the man’s name left his lips.

“Gabriel Morningstar. It is a lovely name if I might say so, sir.” They tilted their head slightly to the side, watching him. He was still fairly big for a wolf… though not quite as tall as they were. “Melanthios Kedieo,” The beast rumbled softly. “I’m afraid that I do not hail from here, so my knowledge of this land is little. My land lies far from here, where my family was a legacy of its own sort… if only for the sort of wolves it produced.” Melanthios shook their head.

“...and you? Where might you hail from, sir Gabriel?”