where do i go from here

The wolf seemed surprised when she heard him, but she calmed herself quickly and replied to his greeting. She seemed to have been thinking - a fact that made Alistair wonder if he'd done the wrong thing by calling out to her. Without giving her own name, she asked his. She had stopped and was facing him now. The unnamed wolf had eyes that were two different colors, he noted - one red, the other blue. He didn't recognize her, but since he'd only been in the pack for a couple days now, he had expected that to be the case.

He watched the wolf with interest, wondering what type of wolf she might turn out to be. He wasn't bothered by different lifestyles - merely interested in getting to know what other's lives were like, or had been like. He was here because he had wanted to leave home, and because he felt he had to escape the memory of the last time he'd seen his father. Even now, he blamed himself, even though they hadn't found his body, Alistair was sure he was dead.

"My name is Alistair. I only joined the pack a few days ago... Who might you be?" He replied calmly, smiling and wagging his tail. He was usually one who got along with others, merely because he was generally carefree and kind. He tried to get along with people, and succeeded in most cases. Knowing and trusting the members of his pack was important to him, so he wanted to start meeting people. This female was a pack member, therefore he wished to speak with her. But, if she didn't want to speak with him, he wouldn't have a say in her decision.Mid-morning had passed now, and the sun was rising higher into the sky. Alistair sat down, listening for the female's reply, and trying to stop his mind from wandering into the endless pit of questions that lived in his mind.