"Everyone call me Volk here. Semyon hard to pronounce for Americans." He watched the people around him, everyone moving with such purpose. He'd already seen and smelled all he needed to of Gabe, so he didn't need to look at him when they talked, though he still glanced sideways at him every so often. "Moon was one week ago," he said. It was just an observation.
He wanted to ask Gabe if he had learned to run with a pack, simply out of curiosity. He knew Aiden wouldn't be happy about Volk talking to Gabe at all, let alone telling him about the pack. Volk had not met so many hapless lone werewolves until he'd moved to the States. What was with these Americans and attacking each other and then abandoning the pups?