The Bracken Woods I wonder where I wander

"I entered from the north. Seems many have gone south to try to avoid these stupid bugs."

So this Zephyr was part of a pack. Denali was intrigued. Growing up as a human's pet, he had heard stories of bands of wild wolves, but had never encountered one. He wondered if his father was part of a pack. He wondered if his father was here. . .

"Pleased to meet you, Zephyr," he said politely, nodding his head in greeting. "What brings you to these dark woods?"

He smelled a faint whiff of salt on the wolf, and suspected his home was much closer to the sea than here. Well, that, and the fact that his pack's name had the word "Sea" in it. Surely the sea was bountiful with fish? Why had Zephyr come here? Denali thought he'd try his luck on the seashore, once he picked through this tangled forest.