Dragoncrest Cliffs so this is goodbye

Coming close to the conclusion that he probably should have given up long ago, he let a long and weary sigh ease its way out of his lungs. Having walked all day, his joints were noticably sore, though not anywhere near as bad as what they were on cold mornings. His eyes glanced down by pure happenstance and surprise took him when he actually caught sight of a figure. It was like a ghost which wore a mask, and for a moment he did nothing more but stare quietly at it as the ghost studied him too. Gungnir was fast to his senses though, and dropped his head lightly as if offering a bow. He hadn't been across another wolf in a while, but the mix of scents he had been picking up from around the area suggested more than one pack; and he wasn't one to step on toes if he could help it. Keeping his head slightly lowered, he twisted an ear with uncertainty. Was it a pack wolf? Could it give him information? Weary to approach it just yet, he gently tilted his head to the side as if sending this question from afar.