It's familiar but not too familiar but not too not familiar

The fire lit and words he'd understood in spirit if not the literal words shared and spoken Majima had noticed the groups starting to disperse and the young boy decided he would as well. He settled himself into the long grass, choosing a place where he could watch the groups that milled around the fire still and a few others. He was people (wolf?) watching. At the best of times he wasn't necessarily interested in being too social and he certainly wasn't eager to put his common language skills on display. So watching those around him it was, it was still interesting to him at least, watching how those outside the bamboo conducted themselves, the things they said or did.

"Majima"