Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't a bad guy. This isn't a villain.

The smell he has been following is faint and at times he loses it, sometimes picking it up later and sometimes not. All previous attempts at finding his friend have been failures and, just like the rest of them, he expects this one to be the same. The last time he’d run into one of Asterr’s own wolves before leading her home and now he stands a ways away from a man he doesn’t know. 

When he is noticed, however, he snaps to attention and his ears fall back upon his head. Something doesn’t seem right but not knowing the wolf, he can’t even begin to guess the problem.

“Hey,” he says with a swish of his tail, putting himself at ease and friendly so the other may feel invited. “I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he adds and shifts his weight, keeping himself from closing the distance just in case the other might not have the same intentions. The woof he got in return leaves him to think nothing might come of it but he can’t force himself to leave just yet. “I’m just… trying to find someone.”