Gilded Bay Going down

"Pack no more." She frowned, her ears flattening upon her head. She realized this. Simply from looking at him, one could easily tell his scrawny hide was not as well taken care of as it might have been had he been eating regularly within the comforts of a pack. Hunts and such. More wolves. Larger kills. More to eat. He'd benefit greatly from a regular meal. That, and a bath that was more than salt water. Freshwater was simply better for that sort of thing.

"Are you looking for a pack?" she asked in return. She had one. She was loathe to invite another male as she found them to be a bit of a silly gender, but she could not deny another face would be welcome. Another presence. If he was seeking, she had a place she could offer, but she understood some wolves preferred to remain alone.