Ravenshook Cliffs didn't know how but i always had a feeling

He winces slightly as he shifts to get comfortable, realizing he's probably sporting a couple broken ribs. The scent of a stranger doesn't reach him until he glances behind him, a little unsettled by the lack of familiarity in his surroundings. He should be used to it by now, wanderer that he'd become when he'd departed to search for Lily — but the cliff had been his home for awhile. And he misses his friends more than he'd like to admit out loud.
He registers the scent finally, and it pulls him from his thoughts only moments before another wolf appears — or, not a wolf? The sight of her startles him slightly; he's seen dogs before, and wolfdogs too, enough to recognize one. Still, there's something unique about her. He returns the chuff after a couple beats, suddenly hyper-aware of his ragged state; his fur is still salt-crusted, body still littered with various wounds healing all too slowly. He rises slowly, thinking he must look a mess — and he can't even say the other guy looks worse.