Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

He didn't get very far before he was intercepted, by what was quite possibly the prettiest little Fae he had ever seen. She had the shape of a proper wolf, if a bit diminutive, and eyes that looked at him with...pity? No...Mercy. She looked at him the way he wished Awenfen would, without the fear in her gaze. 
"I was just passing through, though I'm kinda hoping to find a home... eventually.. I'm from the other side of the mountain, and down a ways." He decides not to mention the other packs. Not anymore. Nightwalkers only holds him back. And Renian Empire? Better they just not know. He couldn't risk another Alliance, another cruel turning away. "This place is beautiful. Have you been here long?"