Cassiopeia's View understand that i’ll wait for thee, i’ll try to catch up if you move quickly

Although he realized it wasn't Arcturus, he did not stop his interception. The silver-clad boy swept towards the stranger and inspected him. His eyes gave one swift look-over but it was Revui's nose that did the most work; his tail went up like a proud banner, his scruff puffed out, and he looked more intimidating, but he was merely trying to convey that he was interested -- and a threat, if need be -- while he nosed through the stranger's coat and gathered his foreign scents. There were no traces of Blackfeather there, which was a plus. No sign of multi-layered wolf scent, but a wildness that was inherently appealing.

When they spoke - a hushed hello - Revui drew away with a soft chuff, as if the sound had deterred him from a more thorough strip-search. His hackles smoothed over as he rounded to the other side of the wanderer but there was still an evident swagger, a sense of imposing weight to the large teen. He huffed to clear his nose, and after his voice boomed with a too-loud quality (common to those without any social graces), Who're you?