The vampire smiled again when the other had tried his name out. Though it sounded a little awkward coming from the wolf, it wasn't all that bad when it was pronounced. "It's a pleasure finally knowing your name, Shiro," he told the wolf as he'd nodded and looked around the cabin, yet again. Alair settled his gaze back again on the other. "Is there a town nearby, as well?" He could smell the faint smell of a mixture of scents - ones that aren't as pleasing as the werewolf's though. They also seem to be smelling of excitement and anxiety. Was there a festival of the sorts coming up?