Deepwood Weald there's a snake in your bed

A small deep husky chuckle curled from Rodyn's lips. He hadn't meant to surprise the she wolf in front of him. However, it was clear he had, if her rapid blinking was anything to go by. He tilted his head and wagged his tail again.

"Good Morning. It's a beautiful one that's for sure." He settled to his hindquarters, tail brushing along his paws, ears erect. The perfect image of I'm ready to listen to whatever you have to say.

The name that curled off her lips was confusing and he mouthed the words, trying them out silently before he spoke it. It was not easy, and he probably would still butcher it, but he would try. 

Oy Kryfoi? What does that mean? And nothing much. I am new to the area and wandering, searching for a place to settle down. You are the third pack i've talked too. Then i'll settle my mind and think on one. 

She was amiable, that spoke well for her. And her smile was certainly beautiful.