Bitterroot Valley may we stay lost on our way home

A pack creature. Outlander should have known from scents but maybe he had hoped he had found another wolf to drag along with him. A bit of a selfish thought but oh well.

"Passing through. Bit of a drifter I guess." His broad shoulders shrugged. He wasn't on some grand adventure or even looking for the next big thing. Outlander was only looking for his next meal these days.

Ugh. It was depressing to think about so he tried to shove the thought aside, focus on the scarred male before him. "I'm Outlander." Had he been human he might have reached to give a welcoming handshake, instead, he had to hope the slow swaying of his tail was enough to convey friendliness.