At the sound of a returned hello, he began to take steps deeper into the trees. The last thing he wanted to do was intrude upon someone's meal, but he was curious. Ivarr peered through tree branches before coming out into the open, drinking in the sight of another well-fed creature. It reminded him of the old days when they had all been free to be themselves, kill and eat how they needed to, without restraint.
He came out from around the tree, head dipped in respect since he was coming up on a very recent kill. "I am Chosamhlachd," he offered her his name. Both names. "Most know me as Ivarr these days." He dug his toes into the earth. It felt good not to be wearing shoes. "I only bite sometimes."