Wren had almost forgotten that he was meeting his new friend - because it was that easy in his mind - for milkshakes and was just excited that he was going to meet his new friend at all. He was still wearing the tshirt that he'd been wearing for coming up on two months now and the thing had gone from grey white to filthy, muddy and green from his sleeping on the ground, rolling about in the grass and generally living rough in the forest, and nearly black in places from constant wear, the weather and lack of a proper washing that wasn't rain baths or jumps into the lake.
Wren himself was a bit grubby, his feet filthy with dirt and mud and even blood where he'd torn the skin on roots and stones, his skinny legs and spindle arms scuffed up and grimy. His hair was a tangled knot of twigs and leaf matter, even if he had made an attempt to carefully pick out and finger comb as much as he could to look smart for his meeting, which accounted for the way the grime on his face was cleared away a little more as he'd tried to be presentable. He'd put flowers in his hair here and there, although it was hard to tell what was by design and what was by accident, and had a dandelion perched behind his ear as though that would make a difference.
He was focused on meeting his friend so he didn't become sidetracked and distracted like he might otherwise have been, and he was waiting in the shade of some trees when a man approached a little away from where Wren had set up to wait. He came skittering through the undergrowth like a rabbit until it expelled him out onto the path proper where he beamed at the man and approached like stranger danger meant nothing to him.
"Hi, I'm Wren!" he chirruped, the exclamation mark audible, not even sure if this was the man he was after but introducing himself with a brimming exictement anyway.