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Sure enough, the other wolf turned around and after a moment, uttered a greeting. Nico tilted his head, observing the pack wolf through apathatic green eyes, the corner of his lips tilted ever so slightly. He noted that the stranger did not seem particularly enthusastic about talking to him, or meeting him, for that matter, but the deWinter had learnt long ago not to take such matters personally; more often than not, they tended to be because of personal problems or problems at home, rather than because they saw his face. Because, let's be real, who would turn upset at the sight of his handsome face? No one, obviously. Well, he could name quite a few, but that's not the point.

      The second thing he noted was how the pack wolf carried himself. Nicolas assumed that he was of some sort of high rank, but he wasn't quite sure which. Didn't really matter, either ways. Wasn't like he was going to go join whatever pack this stranger was in after all. This was simply a random meeting that he would probably never remember. So he shrugged mentally and smiled briefly at the wolf, "'Sup, mate," Nico said. "What'cha doing up here?" Not that he really cared, either ways, or that he particularly wanted to carry on this conversation, but well, he'd been brought up to be a gentleman to all genders so it wasn't like he really had a choice.