"Welcome, Wanderer. Rest your weary paws. You must be tired."

A pair of ocean blue eyes beckon you closer, urging for you to sit and rest. "You may be a fool to be wanderin' around like this." With a gruff hum of amusement, a paw lifts and gestures in your direction. "But, you're safe here. I promise you that. A guest, such as yourself, is a friend. Now-- are you hungry? I believe I got a stoat with your name on it."
With his charming demeanor, the alpha stands himself up and strolls to a partially eaten stoat, before turning and dropping it at your paws.
"... Ah-- where are my manners?" A clear of his throat and a lifting of his head, the Alpha speaks. "Archer. Alpha of the Astral Dreams Pack.
Who are you?"