he doesn't normally go this way; he tells himself it's an attempt at looking for cam, to mollify ibis, though the boy is nigh untraceable by now, and okeanos still doesn't think it's his place to try and find him, anyway. still: the forest feels awkward right now, and if nothing else, maybe he can try and recruit some to their cause. 

as is usual, he does, eventually, come upon the scent of another -- but the scent is of a pack: the layered traces of marked borders and other wolves a giveaway. it is not a pack-scent he recognizes. perhaps an opportunity to learn about any potential neighbors, okeanos thinks, and lets himself step into sight, his expression friendly. "hallo," he calls, "i'm  not intruding on anything, am i?" there's no border near he can smell, but -- better to be polite and safe than reckless and chewed up, one thinks.

relief relaxes his shoulders just slightly. the man seems friendly enough, he thinks, and the thickness of his accent is novel. pleasant, okeanos decides. "i live over in the forest that way," he says, vaguely gesturing, "with my sister and a friend. we're trying to found, um, a pack." sort of, okeanos thinks but does not add, recalling his last conversation with mal. how long until ibis gets bored and wants to flit away, too? (would he try to stop her or go with her? he cannot stand to think of them parting again willingly.)

eager to prevent the stranger from asking any followup questions about neverwinter's current state of affairs, okeanos says, "right now, though, i just wanted to take a walk. to clear my head, yeah," he adds, repeating what the man had just said. it's a nice way to put it - easy and vague.