Morningside Cuesta your ex-lover is dead

Oblivious as he'd been to his initial effect on the stranger, it seems it's his turn to be charmed now. Something softens in his expression with the other's nervous laugh, then further with his admission. Away, he understands, and he tries to convey this with his gaze.
It's difficult, not having a single word to say. To his question, he nods — only for now, but he can't tell him that either. He glances briefly to the west, then back to the grey wolf, gesturing slightly with his muzzle: walk with me? His expression is ever-curious, and warming with each passing moment — he wishes he could ask for his name.