The Heartwood Secret destroyers hold you up to the flames

He had only taken a few steps when he heard the stranger's greeting. He paused and looked over to where the white man stood. He stared at him for a few moments, trying to gauge his level of danger. When he realized he couldn't really tell nor did he really care that much, he raised an eyebrow. Yeah. I like it here. It was different and he liked that. He was out searching for something to break up the routines and monotony of his life, and this forest was a good start. Even better was the prospect of meeting someone new. I'm Acheron, he offered, turning more towards the stranger. A quick inspection of his scent told the freckled boy that he most likely didn't belong to a pack, but he still kept certain details to himself, his mother's words ringing a warning in the back of his head. 

Assuming the stranger offered his own name in return, Acheron would give a lift of his head to invite him to explore the forest with him.