Whitefish River A thousand voices howling in my head

As he followed the river farther into the flatlands, he was glad to see that the stranger had remained where he had left him, and he trotted back up to him and dropped the food at the male's feet. He took a few steps back, allowing him a comfortable amount of space to eat before asking, How long have you been on your own? The alpha thought maybe it had been quite a while judging by the way he looked, but who knows what this loner had been through. He knew how hard traveling without a home could be.