All the scents, some carrying the same strain and others carrying different. Packs, and different ones. Normally he'd have given such things a wide berth, however his paws carried him towards the gathering anyway, and the dark male slipped out from the brush right onto the outskirts of the group. Faces, unfamiliar, scents entirely unfamiliar, save Surreal. He caught her milk-scent first, silver gaze finding her through the crowd. Curious... Korr rumbled in the back of his throat as he sat, turning his attention to scanning the rest of the crowd, one ear tilted back behind him, listening for any sign of approachers from behind.
As for what was in front of him.... Korr was content to watch until he understood what was going on. Common speech was spoken, and his ears pricked as Surreal spoke. He only caught and understood a few words, and those woulds could have barely filled a curled leaf-bowl. So, since the language provided no interest or information, he returned to watching the people, silver eyes sharp in a badly scarred face.
