Volk turned toward the scent of the other wolf and caught sight of him finally. He was big, in a way that was different from the Russian. He was around the same height as Volk, maybe less an inch or so, but much broader, and it was really his presence that made an impact. He moved closer, inching toward the other wolf's side; not challenging by approaching in front or behind. He stopped a step away, and nodded a silent greeting. This other wolf was young, but strong, he could tell. There was something about him that none of the other wolves at the carnival had, despite his being turned relatively recently.
“I am Semyon Volkov, one of the werewolf pack here at carnival. You are new around here, da?” he said, keeping his eyes lowered a bit. He, too, had tried to avoid the other wolves at the Carnival when he’d arrived, so he knew how Gabriel felt. There was no alpha to pledge loyalty to, just a ragtag bunch of puppies trying to hide from humans. It had seemed more effort than it was worth. But with time, and a full moon, Volk had come around the idea of forming a proper pack. Of course, that was what he’d been looking for in the first place, but it had seemed impossible with all the young werewolves. Even when Aiden had shown up, it still seemed unlikely because his friend had never wanted to be a leader. This new wolf, though, seemed like a natural leader, if he could accept that judgment.