Ankyra Sound So I asked them, "what's a life if you're living like you're dead?"

He still feels a little strange after his near death experience in the lake — after leaving that stranger to die in the snow. It's something he hasn't thought himself capable of, and he doesn't know how to process it — so he doesn't. Avoidance is always the answer. He takes to exploring the territory instead, first following the shoreline thoughtlessly for a time. He deviates after awhile, soon catching the scent of a packmate and trailing it idly in pursuit of company.
The birds are distracting when he first comes upon the scene, reminding him quickly that he is still slightly worn; he blinks several times before the entire scene comes into focus, gaze flitting belatedly to the fleeing wolf. His pace increases slightly to draw up alongside the tattered woman, and he snaps at the pursuing bird with some humor in his gaze. He doesn't truly expect to connect with the thing, so he's surprised to briefly taste feathers before the creature is off in a huff. He stifles a laugh, attention turning back to his packmate; perhaps the first wolf he's met who is as scarred as he is.