Whitefish River A thousand voices howling in my head

The noise made him freeze, his ears briefly flattening in an instinctual response. He glanced around until he saw the large stranger. Brows creasing in concern, he took a few more steps before stopping again and lowering his head. The male was large like Kavik, but not nearly as healthy looking even with the alpha's healing wounds. From his scent, he appeared to be a lone wolf, which made sense given his appearance. Finally, Kavik's good nature prevailed, pushing him to ask, Are you in need of assistance? Maybe that's why the grumpy male was so close to the very obviously claimed plateau and hanging around the part of the river frequented by all of the plateau's members.