It was no surprise to Sascha that the girl before him was unfamiliar to him. That was something he should change. It was probably good that he take the time to learn his pack mates but that would require changing himself, in which he was also trying to do. Yet there he stood slightly behind Blitzen as if the girl, who clearly showed the opposite, was a major threat. She soon smiled after his greeting, the girl offered another friend smile...or so it had appeared to him. He didn't know nor could he tell that it wasn't as genuine as he had thought it to be; that it was because she was having personal struggles and not because of him.
He watched her intently as she removed herself from the back of her own companion with such ease and though he somewhat admired it, his facial expression never changed. Sascha was sure that his dismount was clumsy and less graceful than hers. Heck, his movements alone had never been made with grace. It seemed the two contrasted each other. She moved well and lacked any signs of physical harm where he moved awkwardly and was littered with scars in which wasn't earned through fighting. It would, however, be mistaken as so. It was much easier to think he enjoyed fighting then to think he was abused by his own blood.
When she approached more, he felt his body become stiff as the will to hide behind his friend grew even more. However, he remained where he was as he finally took a breath he had not noticed he was holding till his lungs began begging for air. As he worked on trying to calm himself, he focused on her words. He studied her long name, attempting to put it to memory before responding to her inquiry. He dug into his bag hanging from his shoulder and pulled out a writing utensil and a book. The boy then began scribbling down what he wanted to say, hoping he was writing correctly. His English was getting better, thanks to his father who had been helping him lately. Sascha Ulrich. Nice to meet you. He had managed to keep the shell he had found in his hand successfully during all of this but when he presented his message to Valkyrie, it had fallen to the ground. If he hadn't been so focused on whether the girl could read what he had written or not, he would have noticed. Instead, he continued to hold up the booklet with hopes he wrote everything correctly.
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