Deucalion and Olivia Moore
The mixture of delicious scents washed over the old wolf as he causally strolled through the park; pausing every now and then to peruse the various wares that the vendors had on display. From the front pocket of his coat a tiny black kitten peeked her head up too, pawing at the air whenever something seemingly caught her eye. Oh adopting the kitten had been impulsive for sure, yet it seemed like a fitting thing to do. Especially since the Alpha was starting afresh in this new place, and having a companion to share his rustic cabin with just seemed like a good idea. Of course that tiny tabby was already proving to be quite amusing since it's little claws did their best to pick away at his clothing. With the slightest shake of his head Deucalion absent mindedly petted the cat's ears as he decided to turn his attention towards purchasing a few sweaters.
For his large size the man moved with agile grace, turning a near collision with a white haired woman into something of a dance as he practically spun out of the way. Yet before he could start to offer a proper apology for nearly running into her the wolf just froze dead in his place. The hair and pale skin weren't the cause of his sudden halt; if anything it was the surprise that came with finding himself face to face with someone who seemed to barely have a heartbeat at all. For the briefest of moment his hold body tensed, those enhanced senses of his going wild. Yet instead of lashing out, or taking an aggressive stance at all, Deucalion shoulder's relaxed a little as he quietly spoke up. "Apologies for nearly running you over. I found myself distracted in thought and ought to having paid more care to where I was walking." There was no trace of any real emotion in the man's tone, only the slightest arch of his brow betrayed him at all. Yet still his words and tone held only a trace of an English accent, and the utmost politeness.