Duck Lake I'm Marching into Anything

Ah, the words of the unknown figure were curt. Rightfully so, seeing as the two wolves had never encountered one another before that point. It did little to dampen the spirit of the dark beast who closed much of the remaining gap between them with a bounding trot. Once there were no more than a few yards between the two, Brave slowed his pace to a halt and made sure that he wasn’t intruding so heavily on the other’s space. The uncertainty of the unfamiliar male was not unnoticed.
 
“Well, I don’t really need help with much… just looking for some company, if you will,” the inky male answered the other. There was a light curling of his lips into a smile. The stranger’s expression had shifted some into something that resembled a friendly look. The young wanderer feared that he might have startled this fellow by being so forward. Wanting to smooth whatever feathers he may have ruffled, Brave squinted thoughtfully at the golden-furred male.
 
“Now that you mention it though, my sister and I have been searching for some wolves who used to run with a pack called Morningside. You met anyone like that?”