Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

Their gazes met, and the beast was offered a better look at the stranger's face and the multiple scars that were there, one in particular ran across his left eye, the hazy blue of the damaged orb a clear indication that it had been rendered useless by whatever or whomever was responsible for the healed injury. Midar studied the other man with a suspicious curiosity made evident by the slight scowl that briefly formed on his face, the expression gone just as quickly as it had appeared. The stranger's greeting remained unanswered as the melonii stood there a little unsure what to do now that he was here. A fleeting thought entered his mind that he could easily kill this wolf. They were out here all alone in the mountains--no soul in sight as far as he could tell. But, that wasn't why he had sought out the other man. For now, he could see no reason to kill him; his mind wasn't that twisted yet--it was close, which was why he was here in the first place. Besides, whatever happened, at least he would get some relief from the tendrils; even temporary relief was worth it. 

He was still not sure what to say really. Most of his encounters had been strained at best, and casual conversation was not something he wished to partake in. So, what now? His ears fell a little as he grew irritated by his own discomfort. Finally, he opened his mouth, pausing a little before eventually uttering one word-- Hi. He fell silent after, waiting and watching, wondering what was next.