Ravensblood Forest anytime

His awareness of the stranger was not an immediate event. He had time to nonchalantly study the varied canopies of the trees around him and listen to the distant melody of a nameless bird roosting in the branches beyond his sight. The warmth of the sun shining on him became a perfect yang with the chill of his granite throne and was he felt meditative enough that he considered dozing...all until that exact moment when his senses began tingling from the weight of unknown eyes settling on him.

The back of his neck prickled (being spied on was a sure way to give most anyone, regardless of their secured sense of manliness, the heebie friggin jeebies) while he looked down and tried plucking his observer from the ambiguous wilderness. When he spotted the pale little thing peering back at him his concerns faded somewhat...but due to his vantage point the wolf's identity, even gender, was a mystery.

He decided to take the safe and grander neutral approach.

"Hey there, Sunshine!"

Everyone knew that Sunshine could be a masculine nickname, too.