Porcupine Ridge moment for life

A new pack? Oh great! Anwyl thought hopefully, the idea of a pack intrigued him. He had been on his own for nearly 2 months now, barely had he survived. He had grown very skinny, being so young and small had allowed him not much chance at hunting decent sized game. He'd survived off of mice and the occasional rabbit for a while. He had almost grown desperate. However he was an optimist through and through. Simply giving up wasn't an option. This female looked strong, and considering it was a harsh winter, well fed. That was a good sign for him.

Oh ok. Porcupine Ridge, kinda silly name. He offered up a little joke, though he had grown tired and found that it wasn't very funny. He glanced around at the area. For a pack, it would supply cover, and most likely down in the foresty grottos, food. It seems a nice place for a pack though. How many of you are there? The grey and white male inquired, now interested in this Porcupine Ridge pack.