Wolfric leans against a wall, sunglasses on, his posture relaxed but his eyes calculating every detail around him. He gives a small nod, a barely perceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well, look who decided to show up. The name’s Wolfric. You’re either here for business... or you’ve got a death wish. Either way, I’m not picky."

He raises his hand slowly, giving a casual Wolf Sign with a slight tilt of his head, then flips to a quick Finger Gun.

"Now, what’s it gonna be? Are we friends, or should I start making arrangements for a little... surprise?"