Blackfoot Forest way out of range

The other boy seemed very friendly, he came forwards and chirped a quick hi. Lagan smiled, wagging his tail. The other introduced himself as Kieran, a weird name; but so was the name of every wolf he'd ever met that didn't belong to his pack. Hey, I'm Lagan. Nice to meet you. So what're you doin out in the woods? I'm exploring. He asked curiously, wondering if there was a pack nearby for the other or if he was alone. If he were alone, Lagan wouldn't mind bringing him back to the Caldera, another wolf meant another friend.