Ravenshook Cliffs on the long way down

The stranger was impassive, and that unsettled Remiel. In his limited experience, most wolves would be bothered by such blase insinuations. But not this one. He watched as the stranger simply took a seat and leveled a question that cut deep, right down to the heart of the overarching problem he was facing. What would he do? It wasn't something he'd been able to solve so far and, clearly, chasing down grouse with his limited skill set was getting him no where. But how could the stranger have known he was a loner, and not some pack-born yearling?

Was he missing something here?

Remiel's expression shifted around between indignation, anger, frustration and confusion before finally settling on skepticism. But instead of a snarky comment, what came out instead surprised him. "I don't know!" He snapped, only to blink and wrinkle his nose. "What does it matter? Are you a winter know-it-all or something?" He retorts.