Blackfoot Forest New comer

The brute had been exploring, and indeed found some foxes on his way. He had killed one of them, the other he was chasing got away. But now he had a nice breakfast, complete with a place to call home. He had smelled others, but didn't feel like following anyone at the moment. He needed some alone time, unless others came to him.

As he was exploring, a dead fox between his teeth, he stumbled upon a stream. First, it didn't do him much, but then he smelled a female. great, he though sarcastically. Even if he wasn't trying, he would find others. Oh well, these were his packmates now, and he had to learn to socialize. Plus, with the condition that was that he would be paired up, it was a must. He got closer to the smell, now seeing a white,wet wolf in the water. Was she crazy? It was still winter, and this way she could get a cold. He dropped the dead fox, now standing fairly close to the female. 

What are you doing? He asked a bit rude, but worry could be heard too.