Vanyel almost jumped out of his skin, hearing that, and felt his body brace. Which was silly, because his brothers never actually gave him warnings. In some ways, he had had to become a bit like a cat - sensing for the danger before it appeared. Thankfully, in the barns, he had found refuge, many of the animals as displeased with his siblings as he was.

But no, it was not them, it was a rather attractive blonde, and he felt his cheeks heat a bit, especially with that smile. It was very white, and very nice.

"Not lost, just having a hard time picking out where to sit," he gestured with his sack lunch, brown bag crinkling noisily.