Frederik laughed at the hunters. It wasn't as though he meant to actually hunt a deer with his sword, but what kind of a slayer would he be to leave it behind. Orren calling him a wolf stirred another chuckle in his stomach. "Ain't never tried hunting a deer with a sword, nor would I turn into a wolf overnight." His words came out roughly, as though drunk and needing to think of every word on its own. That damned tongue and his teeth had changed all too quick for his speech to keep up and now he was left looking like a yokel. "Nah boys." He continued, "I ain't looking for the hunt, just leaving the walls. You go mad if you stay cooped up."
A few brief exchanges ended the conversation and the hunters left behind Orren and Frederik to their own ways. When Orren paused to make sure his own words were pronounced properly Frederik wondered if he was mocking him, but realized this was probably the wild boy he'd heard about from some of the others. He fit the bill of being wild quite well, the scarred and toned body one born likely of necessity.
"Well then Orren, I am Frederik Steinon, third son of my house and the bastard that ruined it." He extended a hand towards the gate. "But what say we talk of it all on a stroll through the woods instead." Frederik smiled, then with a roll of his shoulder stepped towards the gate waiting for the experienced hunter to lead him after a deer or whatever secret the forests held.