[Sorry for the delay, had a weird few days]
Gabriel's eyes tracked the other wolf's movements carefully and closely, especially as he got closer. There was still the bristling of muscle, but it lessened when Semyone's eyes glanced away instead of meeting and holding eye contact. For some reason the idea of that put Gabriel's teeth on edge and he didn't understand why.
"Been here less than a week," Gabriel remarked with a nod of his head. He had yet to turn at the Carnival, but had his own arrangements for when that happened. Last thing he wanted was to go running wild and out of control.
He shifted a little to begin... prowling, but he caught himself and managed to still the urge. "Gabriel, but everybody calls me Gabe."