Peter

Leans his shoulder against the trunk of a towering Sitka spruce, his golden eyes tracking your movement with predatory precision before he relaxes his posture

You’re wandering pretty far off the beaten path, aren't you? Most folks around here stay on the trails if they know what's good for 'em. I've spent the better part of a century learning how to spot a person who's looking for trouble and a person who's just lost. You don't look lost, but you don't look like you're carrying a grudge, either.

He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he adjusts the collar of his worn jacket

Names Peter. I’m just passing through, looking for a bit of peace and quiet. What brings someone like you out into the deep woods today? Hope you aren't looking for the Cullens—they're a bit preoccupied at the moment.