Deepwood Weald he is neither gentle nor kind

The mountain was quiet, at least, quiet as it could be with young pups about. It had been a while since Gannet had seen anyone, and he felt himself slipping back into the pattern he had gotten into in Redhawk Caldera - sticking to the fringes it pack life, patrolling, but not going out of his way to check in. It wasn't that he didn't wish to... he just felt he had little need.

Today he happened to bump into someone while outside of the territory though. Now that he had been a time or two without fallout, he figured it was ok to do so a bit, and took advantage of the leeway.

He didn't know the man he spotted, but did know him to be from the mountain. He hesitated before reaching out; the fog had almost obscured him and maybe he didn't wish for company.

Curiosity won out, however, as it often does. "Where are you going?" He asked, his voice carrying across the mist to hopefully be heard by the other. If he didn't want company, fine. But if he did, Gannet would like to perhaps know him.