Meadowlark Prairie Searching For An Uncle Of A Friend

As soon as someone came, the coywolf felt relieved. Until he saw them looking rather annoyed. His eyes shot from the white wolfess to some more movement at a younger wolf by her side. He took in their scent, but did not recognize. Yet it was somewhat familiar, like a repressed memory.
 He looked back at the female, and got shot a question.

"I uhh..Yes," he paused to clear his throat, trying to remain calm, "I am looking for someone who lived at a place called Sunspire Mountains. Goes by Mordecai?" He had no idea why he was asking a complete stranger, but the only leads he had were head east and the uncle's name, Mordecai. A stroke of luck was all he could ask for. And not once did he recognize the pack scent from them