Porcupine Ridge wizened and weary

Novak was continuing to familiarize himself with the area, he took a deep breath and his nose tingled a bit. He didn't mind the cold too much, if anything the only difference between seasons to him was the scenery, but his body was welly adapted to most conditions. He had little information about the recent fight between the ridges neighboring pack, since he had just joined right before the battle took place, and couldn't be involved in it at all. He wasn't bothered that he couldn't hurt another wolf, more of he couldn't help his pack. But it seemed Porcupine Ridge handled it well without him. 

It had been a couple of days since the battle broke out, and the brute had been away from most wolves in his time here, wanting to have some alone time. He'd make sure to be social soon, but with lack of communication he had little idea of how the fight had been. His mind was interrupted when he saw a familiar fae drinking from snowmelt from the morning, it was Diane! The two had met when he was searching to join, and he found interest in the girl. He slowly approached her, without much sound. Until he was much closer than before the male let out a simple, "Hello."