The man is -- a contradiction, walking. Dark hair, pale eyes, lanky and lean and moving with an odd grace that signals inhuman as clearly as a shout. Yet unlike the wolves, he wears clothes, the unmistakable homespun cloth that can only be found in the human settlements. It doesn't quite fit, a little too baggy, like he'd taken them from someone else, which just adds to his overall wrongness.

And he's smiling. He steps forward, bow in one hand, unblinking eyes fixed on Kurt. Benji might as well not exist to him, neutralized and unable to do more than twitch and choke out strangled whines.

"I've waited a while to make my introductions," he says, like they hadn't spoken, like there's nothing at all amiss. "No doubt the Alpha hasn't. bothered to mention me. I'm Miles." A pause, and he tilts his head to one side, bemused smile, hair falling into his face. "Such an honor to meet Corrigan’s newest favorite."