Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

Ovaltine Driftwood the man introduced himself as. He bobbed his head. It was a suitable name for one who seemed to have drifted here, with no discernible pack scent on his brown coat. Perhaps he was looking for one. In which case, Luke had a proposition for him. "Redtail Rise," he answered first, and quickly followed up. "But hey, if you're looking for a pack, there is going to be one founding—" a brief pause. He had almost said the word soon but it felt like a lie. He was still optimistic, but realistically there was no approximate time at all. "My friend's, that is. Always room for new recruits."

He passed a sidelong glance to the frog on the bank. It had not been forgotten. He was intent to ask the other wolf if he had ever eaten frog, and offer to share. So long as it did not ressurect itself and take off and before some sly predator snuck up and grabbed it. But, business first.