Sawtooth Spire Am I alone in the dark?

Backdated to before he joined RHC

Savik looked curiously towards the other wolf, it's voice thick with foreign accent. He walked closer to the male, wary of his intentions there. If new wolves were moving in, he had to leave. Maybe the stranger had not found sight of his pack, but if there had been any scents of them on his journey, Savik needed to know. 
"Oh, well you see i'm looking for my pack. They may have moved on, have you smelt any wolves like me around?" He asked, though the pack scent was fading from his fur. 

Yet, he wouldn't stick around to search aimlessly for a pack who had simply left without a goodbye. With luck, he would find a new pack to take him in before the winter. It would be the first winter he spent alone without a pack, if he couldn't find one. The thought made him anxious, as he had always relied on the pack as they relied on him to face the bitter cold season. To be spent alone minimized his good health, which he couldn't afford.