Ghost Lion Crag life's a mess and so are you

Purposeful strides kept him pushing forward, always on the lookout for his nemesis. When he noticed another in the distance with a white pelt he stiffened at first, but the casual way the other was laying led him to think it was not Lazarus. For if he was alive at all, then he would look a lot less healthy and casual than this, hopefully.

As he approached he came to note that it was someone far from his enemy. He laid eyes on the white female with the silver eyes and as he trotted within earshot, his body posture neutral, he greeted, "Hello. Have you seen a white male around here, possibly wounded?" He did not guess she had, but the least he could do was to ask.