Bramblepoint in the woods somewhere

A soft noise sounded the presence of another wolf. Sawyer turned his head in the direction of the creature who was occupying the same stretch of land as the southern boy. Flicking his tail upwards to demonstrate that he was friendly enough, the golden beast took a step or two towards the inky figure. Their intent was the same; searching for food. While Sawyer had not really been that intent on finding something, he did take a moment to note the thin frame of the other wolf. Times were tough in those parts, that was certain. The flaxen-eyed male frowned sympathetically towards the stranger.
 
“If you were lookin’ for somethin’ to eat in those brambles there… ‘m afraid you won’t have much luck, friend,” he remarked. The sweet twang of his accent seemed to drift through the air effortlessly. While it was a rather obvious remark that he was making, Sawyer thought it wise to warn the other wolf instead of having him waste energy and time in search of prey that wasn’t there.