Warren sensed the wolfs slight nervousness until he sat. But he noted that it never really went away. He in turn was a bit nervous and wary of this meeting. But he put on a small smile as the other introduced himself. He returned the courtesy as was expected, though said little more.<br/><br/>"I am Warren." He had no pack, and so said nothing else at first. Though he listened with interest to Seth's following question. And his awkwardness seemed to flare. He didn't really know how to talk to this guy. He sighed and sipped his coffee before trying to answer the question.<br/><br/>"I was only passing through. Its been many years since I was in these parts, and I missed snow while down in the south west. So I decided to make my way north again. I had no idea a pack was here, I only arrived last night." He kept his voice low, his fingers wrapped around his coffee cup while the others fiddled absently with his noe discarded silverware. He averted his gaze back to the street, tensing as a very faint oder of a second and third shifter reached his nose. He frowned, barely stopping a growl. He had no intentions of starting a fight in the mostly human area of the diner.