Forest of- EWW

"Oh. Hello there."

Mikhail's head shot up, twisting to look through the roiling mists until his icy blues landed on a shadowy shape. For a moment the older man spooked, a chill (not related to his slug-slime covered paw pad) running down his spine as he was reminded of some old ghost story or another. The look on his face was priceless: eyes wide, lips parted with his tongue still poking through, one forepaw lifted... he looked rather the fool. Besides the fog muffling voices, being deaf in one ear gave the younger man's voice a rather twisted effect. Haunting, just like these damned woods.

Embarrassed, Mikhail stamped his foot flat... only to cringe when he realized he'd put it right back in the splattered slug remains. Damn it!

"Err. Yes. Hello, young sir," Mikhail sputtered as he shifted his forepaw away from the nasty thing again. Attempting a smile through the disgusted wrinkling of his nose, he inclined his head in an attempt at a slightly more formal greeting. "Good morning to you." Mikhail took a couple steps forward, surreptitiously trying to wipe slime from his paw again and also bring the darkly-colored wolf into clearer view.