Silvertip Mountain I really hate sharks

As FitzDutiful approached the scent of pack (potential pack?) became present. Maybe a lone wolf that had just left a pack, or a lone wolf in a very new pack. Either way there was some scent of family upon the male. He seemed to be struggling with his words but FitzDutiful was patient, avoiding the desire to finish the stranger's sentence for him.

"If you don't want anything why are you here?" he asked. His voice was stern but not unfriendly. The tone indicated, in any language, that he wanted an answer and the answer had better be good. FitzDutiful wasn't an unfriendly wolf by any means but that situation with the Caldera had really got his mind twirling and he wasn't in the mood to deal with unknown situations. Instead he wanted to be back with his mate, talking over what had just occurred.