Phoenix Maplewood out with the cold, in with the new

The stranger's trail, a little stale at first from the night before, leads Zephyr into a forest he remembers too well, slowing his steps as the memories rush over him. For a few moments, he forgets his purpose, eyes wide and trailing around the scene with a hazy cast to them. Helios had liked this place, he remembers, and the thought makes him nauseous. He pushes it aside. Focus.
A second later, he starts again, pressing forward to follow the strengthening scent of a lone male — fresh now, and full of promise. A wanderer, he hopes, and not someone looking to stake a claim here; ideally someone strong, if he can recruit him. Unfortunately, he isn't certain what to make of the pale wolf he eventually spots between the trees. He seems pretty... average looking. Zephyr pauses, hesitating — but eventually, he reminds himself that Whittaker hadn't seemed like the most impressive creature at first either, and he'd turned out worthwhile (by his own unashamedly-biased standards). It's worth a shot, at least. Hey, He calls, starting his approach again. You staying here, or passing through?