It didn't take long for Cyrus to stumble upon something, or rather someone. And while he wasn't particularly ready yet for such interactions with women, he wasn't about to turn away a soft face when they might need him. So when he happened upon her, fresh flowers in her pale fur, he did his best to remain calm and collected. Curiosity still tugged at him, along with a bitter sense of aloofness that was just beneath the surface.

Oh hello there. I didn't mean to startle you. Blue eyes looked her over, studying her before resting his gaze on to her own. A puzzled look appeared as she asked of his name. I don't believe so. I am Cyrus, who are you? I would have remembered a face such as yours. You must be new here.

The golden wolf kept his distance, trying to be quite a bit safer and keeping his heart more guarded. A behavior learned from past experiences, with hopes that it would keep him safe this time around. Yet still soft enough to not appear a great threat to someone that might not mean him any harm. At least that was the hope.