Otter Creek Living like we're in a fairy tale

Leen's gaze caught that of a figure watching him. 
He thought it curious to just be watched though he wasn't complaining. It's not like they launched upon him whilst napping.
They couldn't be malicious, then. Perhaps from the woods.

"Greetings!" He called out in a joyful tone, his tail waving behind him at a neutral position. He made to approach, stepping through the creek towards the stranger; he liked having a closeness to conversational acquaintances.
"You come from them woods?" He tipped his nose to gesture to the towering trees, hoping to pry information about the pack.