The Bracken Woods I wonder where I wander

A rustling sound caught Denali's attention, and he soon saw another wolf approach, snow-white paws gracefully trotting over the ground. His eyes were a glint of green in the murky forest light.

With a smile--slightly forced, but, still, his first since his sister had expired--Denali greeted the newcomer.

"It's good to see I'm not the last wolf on earth," he said warmly, taking in this new arrival. He was quite large, his frame even bigger than Denali's, and was black as jet, save for his chest and paws. Denali inhaled deeply and found the scent of other wolves on him--part of a pack, perhaps?

"I've been traveling these woods for a week or so, now, and haven't come across anyone yet. I'm Denali. Might I ask for your name?"