Myaoo [Open]

The crunch of shoes walking along leaves filled the area as Montare approached, his hands in his pockets with an indifferent expression on his face. A walk through the forest seemed a good idea, for some reason. Maybe it'd make a good way to unwind after clawing and slashing the hell out of a few of the school's poor, poor training dummies? Montare had returned his swords before coming out here; there was no reason to keep them on his person at the time, especially with him growing to be more skilled with using his claws as a weapon as opposed to blades.

Montare was unaware of Nikolayev's presence. At least, until he heard something impact the ground, the wolf ears on his head perking up as he stopped walking and stood still. Looks like keeping himself in a state where his hearing would be enhanced was a good decision, else he probably wouldn't have heard that. Montare turned to the sound, seeing Ilya. His attention was quickly caught by the fact that some parts of him were feline as opposed to human. Was he a shapeshifter? And if not, what was he then?

Montare calmly watched Ilya screech and flee up the tree, not doing much until after he was told to go away. He took notice of the age of the student; he appeared to be very young. That probably had something or other to do with how he was acting, as well. "Why are you running away? I didn't do anything." Montare didn't give much time for a response as he quickly realized that he had never seen this student, assuming he was a student despite his youth. "Who are you?"

Ukhodi? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was his name Ukhodi? "Your name is Ukhodi?" It was a rather odd name, to say the least. Hopefully that was what it was though, as the kid wasn't sayng anything else. Montare still wondered about the kid's gift as well. After all, he seemed to possess a gift similar to his own, and the only people he knew of that were in that boat were the members of his clan. There were a few exceptions here and there, but still. But surely he wasn't a member of Montare's clan, otherwise he would know him, or at the very least he would seem familiar.

Now what did "Nyet" mean? It sounded a bit like "no" in a way. Maybe. Montare wasn't sure about what "volk" meant either, but could only assume it was used to refer to him. However, before Montare worried about the foreign words that the kid was using, he had his attention on the stick that was hurled at him by aforementioned kid. Montare was quick to react and turned and moved his head to the side, allowing the stick to fly past his face harmlessly. Damn, this kid really didn't seem to like him. Although, that wasn't exactly an unusual feeling when you had a reputation like Montare's. Although...

"Why are you being so hostile, kid?"

Eat him? He fled up a tree because he thought Montare was going to eat him? No, he definitely didn't intend to turn cannibalistic today. Montare idly shifted his weight as he began to speak again. "I'm not going to eat you, kid. Calm down." Why the hell would this kid with his odd accent jump to Montare wanting to eat him, anyways? It was a rather strange conclusion to reach right away, especially when Montare wasn't an actual dog; he was still clearly human.