Sequoia Coast Now you see me

He was tense, so she gave him space, wary of his reaction to the presence of another wolf. As he stood, Nochtli understood the reason for that tension; he was gaunt, thin, and maybe a little bedraggled. If she hadn't previously noted the lack of a pack scent on him, she'd have known just by looking at him that he was a loner. The long months of being a loner with Cita had been hard enough, but she could see it in this one's eyes that it hadn't been just a few months.

"Enjoying the sun?" She quipped, curious — more than she should have been — as to why he lived like this. Why not just join a pack, under which almost all wolves flourished? She was not privy to his lifestyle choices but that would not stop her from trying to find out. "How're the fish today?" After all, the prospect of a meal might warm him up to her questions.