The Donata boy had been pushing his limits every day. As he was starting to grow, as he was starting to grow into the awkward limbs he had been given and grow into himself as a young man, he was pushing for more and more adventure every day. Normally, he was reserved and cautious, but even the most reserved and cautious had their rebellious streaks in them as well. It was just him and his mom, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to go out, meet others, and see the world. He had yet to have any kind of bad interaction with a stranger, after all, and he was always quite cautious about what information he gave away.

He was smart… at least that was what he liked to tell himself.

He had wandered out to the Fjord. He had only been a few times, but now seemed as good a time as any to revisit the place. What he wasn’t expecting was to watch someone tumble over. The boy’s head tilted curiously to the side. He was older, an adult, but not quite as adult as his mum was. “You okay?” He asked, curious but sincere as he headed closer to him. He had taken quite the fall and there was a grimace on his face. From Seri’s experience, a grimace meant pain.

There was concern as he watched the teen seem to heave and catch his breath. Never before had he seen such a display, though he knew he had certainly experienced having the wind knocked out of him before from a similar circumstance, though he would never admit it to anyone. Mostly. He bit his tongue to fight back from the chuckle, afraid it might offend. He was still cautious around adults he didn’t know, which was anyone who wasn’t his mother, because he knew they could flip like a switch if they got irritated… at least, that was what he wholly believed.

He had fallen off a fallen tree? “But why were you on it?” He asked curiously with his head tilted to the side. The weather was starting to chill, and he assumed trees could freeze just like the ground and make things slippery, so he knew he would personally never want to climb on one if it he was just going to fall out anyway. The question came and Seri just shrugged in response. “Nearby enough. Momma trusts me to not get into too much trouble and I always tell her where I’m going, never go too far.” He offered noncommittally, leaving it vague as to whether or not his mother was actually close enough to berate him if he chose to mess with him. “I’m Seri.” He introduced himself formally. "Who are you?"

He supposed the other boy’s story made sense… boy? Man? He didn’t know the classifications for lanky yearlings hovering in liminality, so he figured either would work. He shrugged, leaving it at that because he saw no reason to pursue the topic further. He sat down, his head tilting to the side as he listened for the greeting. Wrynn. He saved it in his head along with the way the man looked. “It’s nice to meet you, Wrynn.” His momma had taught him to be polite and use his manners, so the formality returned despite having not received any of it. They were strangers, and despite the funny way in which they had crossed paths, he did not trust the boy to not try and fight or kill him just yet.

Seri stood a much better chance now than he might have months ago should a fight occur, but he was still young and he could recognize he had much room to both learn and grow. The question came and Seri hummed, a devious glint lingering in his eyes. “I was just exploring. I like to explore the land and find all kinds of hiding spots, plants, and prey.” He explained. One time he had come across a hibernal rabbit den and that had been much fun though the rabbits had been less than amused with his antics.

Seri found this man’s company entertaining. He was funny, and blunt, and he could appreciate both things about it. He was proud that the man seemed to appreciate his activities. Some might frown upon him wandering so far from his mother, but he knew his mom trusted him to not go too far, and he always told her where he was going. “It is! As long as I let momma know where I’m going, otherwise she worries.” He added, because it might have happened a time or two and there had been quite a lecture. His mom was his whole world, and he didn’t like to upset her or disappoint her.

The question came and he frowned. “Not really… unless you count mom. It’s just me and her… and the wolves I meet when I travel, like you.” He added with a soft smile. It was… a little lonely, but it was also all he had ever known, and he didn’t know that it could be any different. He’d never so much as stumbled upon a pack wolf… let alone spoke with one and learned about what a pack even was… similarly, he’d never met a wolf his own age, only adults, which might just be the reason he was so well-spoken for his age. He learned what he witnessed. “What about you? Are you out here with any friends?” He hadn’t seen any, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t any nearby.

Seri frowned at that strange word. Dad. What was that? He looked confused for a moment before the question fell. “What’s a Dad?” He asked, hoping the man could shed some light on this new mystery… if not, then perhaps if he still remembered by the time he went home, he could ask his mother about it. His mom always knew the answers to his questions so surely she would know what the man was talking about, right? He frowned as Wrynn spoke about not having friends.

His ears drooped a little bit and he looked sad as he spoke, making an offer that he truly seldom made. “Well, you do now.” There was a certain vigor and insistence to his words. “I can be your friend… and my momma too. She’s really nice and smart. She makes a good friend.” Everyone deserved to have a friend, and Seri was more than happy to fill that role if the man needed it. “I don’t really have many friends either…” He added, admitting that he was a little selfish in seeking friendship with the man. “I just have Mom… and a friend named Alarick who taught me how to hunt birds but I haven’t seen him sense.” Not to say that technically the man was a friend, but Seri counted him as one despite their fleeting interaction.