Stone Circle "Swing for the fences, son." he must have told you once.

Having left his caution behind within the meadow, the boy was surprised at the sound of a voice that he did not know. The greeting was met with the curving of his own body, a nervous bowing, tail plastered immediately to his underparts; eyes wide as he looked wildly for the source—and finding a man robed in silver striding from the dark.

You are from Ursus. The stranger said, knowing things that Glaucos had not spoken; how did he know? Nobody had taught him of such things like pack scent, so he was oblivious to the knowledge held within his very coat. Welcome to Easthollow.

A flickering of those worried eyes; Glaucos is afraid to look at this person, afraid to look away as well, and isn't sure what to do. While they sit down the boy backs up a step, stumbling with his too-long legs, and crouches. He wishes Illidan were here with him, or Astyanax—even Aventus, who was probably much braver than himself.

h-hello, squeaks the boy's tiny voice. He knows nothing of propriety and does not introduce himself. I was only 'sploring. Uhm... Whassa... easthollow?