Jade Fern Grove Will they cancel the parade?

the mountains are charming, and he is tempted to stay, but true to his nature, he moves on without a single glance behind him. he has seen many charming places, and he will see many more before his days end.
the forest he finds himself in next is one such place. he is almost distracted by the flourishing greenery — a sight that will soon vanish with the coming winter — until the scent of another wolf draws him from his reverie. he hesitates briefly, one paw lingering just above the earth as he pauses in making the decision. interaction today? his mind asks itself too-cheerfully, and he grudgingly decides it is necessity. he'd heard, once, that some wolves go mad after spending so long isolated; he doesn't need to test the theory.
his approach is measured, and when the stranger comes into view he slows a bit to take them in. larger than himself, a striking combination of white and black — a woman, he realizes as he draws nearer. there is pack scent around her, too, though he has yet to encounter any claimed land. he pauses and chuffs softly to announce himself, though he'd made little effort to hide his arrival in the first place, and waits for acknowledgement.