Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

He emitted a small hum in reply to the answer he had been expecting. A small smirk appeared on his muzzle, but it didn't have any sinister thought behind it, only confidence. "I'm part of the Plateau pack around here." He informed the other wolf, ears twitching neutrally. Rayder loosely gave a motion of his head in the direction of the group he was talking about. If he had been more attached to the pack, perhaps he would have been a little more secretive to protect it from threats, but that currently wasn't the case.

However, seeing as the other was a lone wolf, it was unlikely he would cause much trouble anyway. "But I've only recently joined. 'Mostly been a survivor like you my whole life." It was difficult to live on your own, if you had enough power you could make it -- but smaller, less talented wolves sometimes couldn't make it without a pack to help them hunt. Especially if it was winter, one of the harsher times of year. Rayder himself had a tough time with the cold season, he was pleased that it was spring now, the snow fading away and more types of prey starting to come out of hiding.