Alpine Lake you don't need a wristband

Their separation was not meant to last, not that he had anticipated being left to his own company for long. Wolves were social creatures after all; Dirge curtailed his drinking as the pale wolf began to draw near. The last few drops that rolled away were almost snared by his snaking tongue as he briefly considered the question asked.

"Not exactly," he said, which may as well have fell in par with what his counterpart was already familiar with. The world seemed rife with the traveling sort and had that been on the table Dirge would have thought the world better for it.

But he was familiar with bits of the world around them and thus wondered if this chance meeting were like so many others he had—"Are you looking for something? A pack?"—and had already forged ahead to cut out the nitty gritty of small talk. Yet for as seemingly kept as the wolf was, perhaps it was not a pack he sought.

So he corrected: "Or directions?"