Boartusk Heights broad-shouldered beast

The stranger seemed chipper, to say the least,  though Kierkegaard did not know why. A sidelong glance from his golden optics found the other male with little more than a scowl on the Sairensu male's face and ruffled fur along his spine. He had not fully anticipated coming across another wolf in the area. It was one of the few places in the Teekon wilderness that did not reek of numerous wolf packs. Remarkable that they should not have already found it and laid claim to it. Though he has not explored the expanse of it. Perhaps he simply had not come across the pack that had marked the ends of that terrain. He didn't much care to. Already the pale beast had to manage one form of unwanted companionship. It took a moment for the golden-eyed wolf to recall the words of the stranger. 

Drawing his ears forward just slightly and furrowing his brows, Kierkegaard peered curiously at the other wolf. A frown had curled his dark leathery lips downward and had wrinkled his muzzle. "Greenery?" he echoed in a ragged baritone that struck the air with some surprising strength. Perplexed as to why the soot-dabbled stranger would be searching for greenery, the pale brute was coaxed from his shell just enough to inquire. He may have been the foolish one, and frustrated as he was. But Kierkegaard could not understand why one would scale a cliff facing in search of green life. But then, he often struggled with understanding the motives of others.