The Bracken Woods seeing him hiding in plain sight

The stranger stops, then turns, and all he receives is a simple hello. Easy enough. Hi, He offers, lingering uncertainly for a few beats before drawing a little closer. He can make out more details now; tall, a slim build, perhaps handsome.
Alarian, He tells him without preamble, noting no pack scent on the man, nor anything he recognizes. A vagabond, he assumes. When he speaks again, there's little but mild friendliness to his tone (even if he's not actually sure he wants to be making small talk with a stranger in the dark). Nice night, isn't it? What brings you this way?