Bramblepoint Tick tock- the clock keeps going

He was moving toward where he now knew the misty forest was. He wanted to check upon the woman who was looking out for Lucy too- to see if she was any closer to unraveling the mystery behind the absence of the little girl. His tiny paws stepped on several thorns that were covering some parts of the ground- but little did it hurt. The weight behind his steps was a minimum, but his steps slowed when there was a scent mixed in with the strong scent of fruits and berries. It was definitely another wolf, a male if his nose wasn't betraying him. It was not the one he was looking for- but at least it was something. Any help would be appreciated, for he really wanted to find Lucy.

He turned, his nose close to the ground to find the source of the smell. The closer he got, the faster his heart began pumping. What if it was a criminal? He was small- weak, someone would say. Damn, he should've brought someone along. There was no backing up now- for the other was already near enough to see. Trick swallowed his fear away and approached in a neutral way- ears friendly atop his handsome face,tail low and slowly wagging. It was an old one- one that did not smell of a pack. 

Goodmorning, sir. He greeted in a voice as sweet as honey. I was wondering if you would be able to help me with a tiny little something.