Honeyed Pasture feel right

The other wolf regarded Dune, then the owl. It appeared he did not understand the winged creature's nonsense either. Well, that was a shame. A part of Dune had hoped that this stranger might somehow know what was going on. The thing hanging 'round Dune's neck bothered him momentarily, and the white wolf shook his head, hoping to disperse whatever tickle it had placed there. It worked, at least for now, and he went right back to ignoring the extra weight that had been put there some weeks ago.

As he drew near, Dune noted that this was no lone wolf. There were several scents mingling with his own. For that reason alone, he doubted this would be a recruitment opportunity. Besides, he doubted Charon and Ame would be interested in adding anybody from outside to their ranks. After what had happened with Rannoch, Liffey, Terance, and Wraen, Dune wondered if the Ostrega clan would ever be interested in the random loner out of the wilderness.

"Name Dune," he said, introducing himself. "Live close?" This was not the same mix of smells that had been with Smokestep's pack.