The Heartwood i am a question to the world

He's captivated by the other's strange way of speaking, finding it as foreign and enchanting as his appearance. He takes an awkward step back when the stranger bows, ears pulling forward in surprise. After a moment of uncertainty, he mimics the bow with much less elegance, assuming it's the polite thing to do. Prince Cavendish Davenport II? He repeats, head tilting to one side. He assumes prince to be the other wolf's first name, unaware of the title or its meaning. I'm... Winterbourne. He wants to ask more questions, but the lack of answer to his first question leaves him uncertain. Instead he goes silent and watches the man a little anxiously, suddenly worrying that his own introduction is lackluster.