Neverwinter Forest so there he was...

He introduced himself with a simple, and to the point, I am Bark.

He thought on that last question. At first, when he began his journey as a loner, he had no interest in becoming a pack wolf. The borders of any pack were to be avoided at all times, he vowed not to step one paw over the thin line between neutrality and an almost certain death. Even if he would have survived a patrol happening at that exact time, there was no way he'd live more than a few days with the injuries he knew were lurking behind the muzzles of wolves protecting their territory.

As time wore on for him, and his body grew thin on his ironically consistant diet of rabbit and nothing, in that order, he began longing once more for the compansionship of others. The feeling of being a part of something greater than himself alone... and... he couldn't stand the taste of rabbit at the moment, and he didn't like his chances of trying to catch something bigger than a deer on his own.

I've grown fond of the idea of joining in my time spend staring at that stupid rabbit, if that's what you're referring to.