Barrow Fields barren hearted wanderers

eee not at all!

The urge to wander felt so foreign under his skin, so maybe that was why he tried to cover it up with telling himself he was tracking. Yeah. Tracking. His brother probably first of all. A meal second because defaulting to the hunt was his easiest route. He had to keep repeating this in his head, over and over again. But what was there to track? All he had seemed to find so far was open nothingness out here. This place was even threatening to make him want to return to the willows soon.

He didn't turn back yet. Just a little while longer, he reasoned, but doing this brought him into range of an unknown pale wolf. The knee jerk response  of his was ears back and a nervous prickle of his furs. Silas couldn't help but glance over her briefly when she spoke, and his nose quivered, inquiring all about the slender female who called him dude. "Um.. no," he answered when he stopped his paws. His posture said a cautious uneasiness for now, with his tail subtly tucked and ears splayed out as wide as he could get them to go. "My brother is, though," he said, steadying himself fleetingly as the idea to mention this came to him. Maybe it could be useful? "I was looking for him, kind of." Through a frown, he peered at the pale fur on her chest since he didn't know how he was supposed to handle a stranger from a strange land.