Whitefish River hit the sunroof

Slavik was indeed a bit socially clumsy, he was still learning the ropes. Being a year old, and only ever around his family members and pack mates up until recently, meeting new people and introducing himself had never been a skill he'd had a chance to practice. Back then, he was just friends with everyone because he'd basically known everyone since birth, and it was all comfortable and familiar to him. But this was different; the wolves, the places, everything was new and exciting and it all felt very ephemeral. He wasn't sure whether or not he liked the short lived interactions yet, or whether he preffered stability. For now it was just new, and he was trying his damned best to get it down.

Liri was making the conversation very easy so far, she was polite and friendly and so he felt at ease. She commented that she was used to big and startling males, and Slavik briefly wondered who she was talking about. He'd noticed right away that she had a pack scent on her, so this comment led him to believe that wherever she lived had a bunch of big hunkin men. An unlikely and naiive thought, but Slavik rolled with it.

She offered her name, Liri Tonrar, then asked if he were passing through. His sunlit gaze followed her muzzle as she gestured around them.

Yeah. I've been moving pretty fast so I shouldn't be here too long. He replied, looking back to her with a slight look of disappointment in his eyes. This was a quite beautiful area, and his legs were tired and recently he'd been parched. The idea of getting back on the road so soon wasn't a pleasant one, but at the same time his heart itched for further adventure. Slavik always followed his heart, thus his plan was to work himself so hard that by the time he was too fatigued to continue, he'd have seen everything this land had to offer.