Tuktu Weir back at one

Keeping this vague bc it’s set after this yet-to-conclude thread

Seeing his father so suddenly had shaken Nathaniel up more than he wanted to admit. He was taking time to think now-- and time to eat properly, hopefully.
The encounter had reminded him that he could not remain this weak forever. He had relied mainly on his intimidating size for survival for the past week, but even that was beginning to diminish with malnutrition.
Nat approached the lake where he had first found his father, half-hoping to find some small critter trapped on the ice this time around.
Instead, he saw another wolf-- feminine, with foreign but beautiful colors. He briefly wondered what drew wolves to this frozen lake, himself included, before turning his attention fully on the other. Slowly, he drew closer.
Hello there. Nathaniel called out, voice still slightly rough from disuse. He didn’t really want company right now, but here she was, and even he was not socially inept enough to turn tail now. Besides, it was almost as good a distraction as hunting.