Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

The answer only leaves him with more questions, but it seems the other wolf has his own question. He shrugs slightly, relaxing a little against his better judgment as the conversation continues. I felt like traveling — and this place seems... familiar, It's the best answer he can offer; the dark stranger isn't the only one unwilling to share parts of himself here. Another shiver runs through him, and he's reminded of how much he hates winter. He can't seem to get warm no matter what he does, thin as his coat is, and wandering does little to help that. He swallows and pushes the feeling away. So you're alone, then?