Swiftcurrent Creek let minnow how that goes

He knew, and he nodded quietly. He had spent most of his life as a lone wolf, and he was still adjusting to his role as a member of a pack. He had believed it something he had wanted, to have a place to call home, to have the constant social outlet of his fellow wolves, and yet he felt discontent in some aspects. Lone wolf life had fatigued him, true, but he missed the freedom to follow his whims, of meeting new faces and of having no care in the world. He had no routine, no responsibilities, and although it was not without its challenges, he felt rather alive in his travels.

"I was born far north of here. I know what you mean, missing being a lone wolf, for I travelled for most of my life before I finally settled here. I like it where I am, but sometimes I feel restless."