Redhawk Caldera I will fight you for eternity.

He was starting to un-daze himself.  As the other wolf responded, he was realizing things were staying too static to be a hallucination.  This was just one hell of a weird start to a conversation.  And as far as the words themselves went, he couldn't put a paw on what was causing her to speak the way she was.  It was like his own ears were full of water, but only when she spoke, the rest of the world sounded fine.  He hadn't met someone who was deaf before, so it was going to take him a bit before he actually put two and two together -- mostly because he assumed that if someone was lacking a main sense they probably were eaten by something by the time they were even halfway to adult size.

He started his response similarly, No.  Came from the south.  I know there are packs around, but every damn wolf I've run into has been a loner or making their own shiny new pack.  Though there was one guy southwest of here who was in a pack, but that's the opposite direction.  He was obviously somewhat annoyed at his luck had gone this way.  It had not made things easy for him to gather information.  But psychopaths, huh?  The whole pack, not just one idiot? 

But, if there was one thing he'd learned through all the tumult back home it was that sometimes rifts sprang up from the damnedest things.  It was definitely something to look into if he didn't get reasonable answers from whatever came out of this.  Though he didn't know anything about what had gone down, he'd known people who would have happily started a war over a stolen carcass.