Firefly Glen [PHE] There is hope in the shallow wells of winter, even then

So that was Rodyn. 

Pepper recognized him from somewhere. Or, he thought he did. Faces weren't his thing. As much as he'd heard about Rodyn and his yearly gathering, Pepper figured he should at least speak to the man. It'd be a break from the noise of the crowd, anyway. And maybe he could learn more about what all wolves did here. Or if anyone traded something he just couldn't live without. 

So, confident as he could be with his well-developed limp, he approached, offering a nod and a greeting. 

"Afternoon," is what he said, if that could be considered a greeting at all.