Duck Lake What's this, what's this?

The boy's words seemed to catch hold of the stranger's attention, but the response he received had him confused. How he felt was probably the same way as others did when he spoke Greek and they could not understand. It was clear English was off the table, but maybe there was a chance they shared a common language. It was highly unlikely, but he still felt the need to try. Things could come as a surprise at times. “Μπορείς να μιλήσεις ελληνικά;” Alastor inquired, both curious and hopeful. He was unsure what he would do if they did not share a common tongue. There were other ways to conquer a language barrier, but he couldn't even place the language of the male, let alone whatever culture might come with it. He did not wish to offend him, but also couldn't help but stare at him with a look that showed his fascination with the masked wolf.

He took a few steps closer, making sure to not enter the water, and then sat. For a moment, he thought, before finally giving a dip of his head in greeting. It seemed like a common greeting among wolves, all cultures aside, leading Alastor to believe it was the best way to get his words across. Never had he needed to speak with body language alone, but it was better than sitting around completely lost and confused. The boy's head tilted slightly as he continued to look at the strange wolf, wondering where he came from, who he was, but having no way to ask.