While his face is inscrutable as usual,
Serig's ears twitch in annoyance as the young man who followed and clung to him like a persistent tick continue to yap about the most inane things like his hope of being an adventurer—so much so that he's somewhat starting to regret saving this hapless guy from the pack of bandits that would've gutted him for his non-existent valuable belongings.
Well, whatever. He can leave him—
Alben his name was—in the next town he comes across. But first, he has to find shelter now that the sun's starting to set.
Hmmm... From what I recall there should be a glade nearby that's perfect for the night.
The two of them continue towards the clearing, but just right before they arrive there, Serig immediately clamped his thick paws onto Alben's mouth.
"Quiet. There's someone else here." Alert, he sniffed the air, investigating, carefully prowling towards the glade.
There's only one and it's a human... no, an elf?
Once they arrive, Serig scrutinizes the woman gathering water in the nearby stream.
A fellow hunter from the looks of it. His guard relaxes, every so slightly, dropping the paw shutting Alben up. The other, of course, takes it as his cue to start talking again.

Alben
"Hello miss!" he said with a friendly wave.
"Don't suppose we could share this shelter for the night? The name's Alben by the way, and he's Serig!"OOC:
Feel free to use Alben whenever!