Stone Circle Wide eyes

The other wolf turns before he can gather his wits enough to come up with something to say, and he swallows hard, immediately feeling guilty. The man handles it graciously, at least. Hi, He manages, swallowing again — what is wrong with him lately? Um, sorry. I uh — didn't expect to see anyone either. It's nice to meet you, though — I'm Alarian.
Maybe now that he's done staring like an idiot, he can try to make a decent, uh, second impression. Or this whole thing will be an awful disaster and he'll have to ditch this pack eventually, too. That's always a possibility. So, um, Don't ask if he likes walking, don't ask if he likes walki — The weather is nice, isn't it? That's a lie; the weather is not nice. The weather is biting and awful, far too cold for Alarian's taste, and he doesn't know why he brought it up at all. He's not even sure why he tries to talk to anyone about anything lately — it seems his brain loses all ability to function every time.