Honeyed Pasture take a break

A giggle sounded from behind him, and the boy whipped his head around, looking behind him with a start. Joy was clearly plastered upon a dark, youthful face. Golden eyes shone from dark, shadowesque markings.

Hallo! Wie ben je? His voice called across the space between the wolves. Oh, but the last wolf he'd met spoke common, though accented. Hm. He blinked slowly, then cleared his throat and gave a translation: Ah—sorry, who are you?

He trotted closer towards the girl, unsure as to whether or not she was of the Vale. She had other wolves smells on her, yes, but did she smell like Chaudry? No, he didn't think so. This was a stranger, then! A random!

He couldn't let his mission be delayed... But, oh, she was very pretty. His face was construed to display a goofy grin as he approached, pep quite literally in his step.