The Tangle You're dead, Gwen Stacy

He watched her movements, her reactions to his question. She did not speak the vampiric tongue, nor did she make any semblance of recognition. She did not know what he was. For now. 

You are from the north then? Of course, I should have assumed that. Most arctic wolves were; he had yet to meet a fullblooded arctic wolf who had not been born in the cold tundras. I am largely unfamiliar with this land; I just arrived. 'Tis a terrible time to be so naïve and unprotected, The cold was biting, driven by the wind to pierce through the fur into the bones. He was lucky he shared some arctic blood to thicken his coat. But you are from a pack...?