Blackfoot Forest you speak like constellations

It was warmer than it had been lately, which was good. Warmth meant that spring was finally upon them, which meant that herbs would be growing and herbs meant that Evien could take better care of his pack. That was his job, after all, and he was very good at his job, he found. 

But today he was just out for a walk, not necessarily to gather anything but instead to just get out of the valley for a while. His pace was slow and languid, taking it easy on his useless left hind leg. Green eyes shut as he passed through a beam of sunlight. 

An exhale sounded from somewhere to his left and Evien opened his eyes again, turning his attention toward the noise. Big and snow white and ghostly - a soft chuff escaped Evien as he looked at the larger wolf. "Hey," he called, turning to approach the spectre. "Are you lost?"