Cedar Sweep disappears in the deep

On the wind, he could smell the river getting closer and closer although it was not with any great, specific purpose that he went there. It was a naturally drawing aspect of the land, and the hunter knew him that waterways attracted other traffic. Although this pursuit was not in the name of prey, or even following any trace he had going this way, he felt compelled anyway -- despite how hollow he felt, both heart and soul, as he forced himself forward.

He had been wandering alone since the Glade, so sight of another wolf caught him off guard and drew his attention her way quickly. Silas approached slowly and with great caution behind every step. She wasn't Tambourine, or any other familiar countenance, so the dark Ostrega could only greet her with a hesitant little chuff to announce himself. His eyes were searching over the sight of her the entire time, despite him not getting too close to her. Who was she?