Grouse Thicket if the wind does blow

When those bright eyes flew open, they shared a look of shock with one another - for Tulimaq it was hastily tempered, but not by remorse or any visible weakness. He drew back so that the stranger could have a little space, but that didn't mean much. He was intent on studying that new scent, the one carried on the stranger's coat, so he circled him like a hungry beast — sniffing the earth, and when given the opportunity, roughly probing at the boy with his snout, until he was satisfied.

There was another wolf-scent layered in to the boy's fur, perhaps a parent or a guardian, and Tulimaq withdrew so that he could survey the surrounding trees in case they were around - but didn't see anyone.

You are far from home, he comments — not that he knows for sure, but the boy looks lost and hungry.