Lone Star Mountain Shadows

Blue eyes turned to him suddenly, and Warbone only paused to meet his gaze evenly for a brief moment. But the shadowy brute didn't seem interested in letting the moment pass that simply, and he rose to his full height, only to have a seat, and address the vale's alpha in a tone that could only be considered polite. Unabashedly, he changed his direction, angling his body so that he could come to stand on the same ledge as the stranger. He kept his distance, out of habit, but didn't seem to mind the company regardless. "You are well met, stranger," he rumbled, drawing himself into a sit as well, bushy tail at his feet. "I am called Warbone. What do they call you?"