He would truly was an abysmal hunter, and honestly it was a surprise he had survived so long on his own but then again even the blind squirrels did find a nut now and again. Many a night he had spent with nothing but the growling of his own stomach for conversation, but still he preferred it. He had lost too much, been the cause of too much loss, to truly crave interaction any more. Of course this did not prevent interaction from finding him as he noticed someone approaching a few moments later than he should have. He was getting out of practice it seemed. Still he straightened up as the two wolves approached, one slightly larger than he and the other nothing more than a pup.

Their body language appeared friendly enough but there is still a sense of veiled trepidation despite the genial look he gives them. His one spotted ear flicks at the young boys greeting, a bit surprised at how forward and eager he seemed to be to meet a stranger in the forest and it pulled at the string of his heart. A loss he hoped the silvery black male, who could only be the boy’s father, would never know. Still the youth seemed to be taking this very seriously and so he felt it only fair to reciprocate in kind. “Hello,” he chuffed in a deep voice simply made for reverberating off the close trees of the woodland. “I was merely out looking for lunch, though the act of catching it should it be found is not one of my stronger suits.”

All of this he addresses to the boy who seemed so eager to strike up conversation, only flicking his deep green eyes to the older male on occasion otherwise he had his undivided attention. “I am Bondurant, who might you be and what draws you out with such a chill in the air?” It appeared he still knew how to carry on civil conversation, which surprised him as much as anything else today.