Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

The yearling approached, full of vigor, bright-eyed, and ready to greet the mountain man. Unfortunately for him, Rosencrantz was rather solid and cold to anyone new. Even the two betas took a while for them all to seem comfortable around one another, and so, as the boy greeted and approached, he was only greeted with a simple. Hm. In a barely voiced greeting.

Do you need anything? There weren't many other than the regular individuals who would approach the half-faced man for anything other than to challenge his rank. Though the air about this one didn't seem to fit the bill, he was curious enough to give the boy enough time to speak.

For a brief moment his eye glanced at the bird that flew away, the boy, just like Tundra, had a feathery companion. How interesting.