The Floodlands i can get it back real quick

a man in the distance caught his attention-- and soon enough he had called out to grayson in a deep woof. the odolf man paused, a short distance from him, and gave a gentle dip of his head. "hello," he said, unable to find it within him to make this situation hostile. he was too close range to be too noticeably on guard-- it would create problems, surely. 

"can i do something for you?" he asked kindly with a raise of his dark chin and a quirk of his brow. his pale gaze rested upon the stranger, dark and raven-like, curious.