Deepwood Weald cross straight lines going where the wind blows

Gray decided to approach the young wolf almost as soon as he saw him. Mainly because he looked lost, but also because Grayday was a little lost, himself. He didn't know these lands too well, and a little company was well overdue. It'd been several days since he'd last seen another wolf - the fishing she-wolf from the isle, more specifically. He'd spent the days since then searching for @Doe, unable to find her where they'd agreed to meet up so many nights ago. Her scent had been too dead to follow, and so he'd travelled up the coast for a time, before going inland in hope of a hunt.

"Lousy hunting from here to heaven," he said, stepping into the other wolf's line of sight. He was sure the other male must've known he was about long before he revealed himself. "How are you fairing, kid?"

He did not know that - miles away - his missing companion was talking to the stranger's cousin.