Bins and Buckets

Arverk watched stoically as the stranger turned swiftly around to face him and quickly bowed respectfully. While he would have preferred him lowering himself to the ground, he supposed the bow would have to do for now. Besides, he didn't really care for such things unless a lower ranking wolf showed extreme disrespect to him, such as having a posture that did not befit their rank. This newcomer wasn't doing that, so the swarthy whale wasn't going to be an annoying jerk...yet.

"Hey," he replied with a brief smile. "You're new here right? Care to accompany me?" Without waiting for an answer, Arverk strode ahead, clearly expecting the light furred male to follow. While his words might seem to be a question, in reality, it was a command shaped into a suggestion to seem...friendlier?