Hushed Willows Whatever It Takes

He would stop at the nearest tree he had come to when the piercing sound of an alerted howl rang through the air. His ears rocked back against his skull and he found himself  turning in each direction. The sound the howl had come from was obvious--but what exactly had he gotten himself into? His body was unmoving albeit the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. 

 This place hadn't smelled like it was inhabited? Perhaps he were wrong. Perhaps it was newly lain claim to. If so he was going to be in a particularly awkward predicament when the wolves of this place began to show. Run? Don't run? The decision wasn't easy. He was not fearful, but he also knew that given he was among ranks of another place it was quite possible for him to entangle those whom he lived in with a problem he created. 

 In an attempt to not be an alarm a chuff bellows from the boy. he wants the stranger to know he is of no threat and only wishes that she can find him and be pardoned of any concerns.