Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

She was cautious just as he and held every right to it. Being in a strange new place, with a strange new wolf, and hungry and tired, likely, as so was he. 

When he drew nearer, at a more pleasant speaking distance, he stops and his eyes linger over the swift moving river next to them. And back to her again, when she mentions a grave site and decides it was okay to bring herself nearer. Their curiosity is what moved them this day.

I honestly dont know, I've never come this far south before. It did belong to a pack previously, the Nightwalkers, so perhaps? And then, he answers, should the thought cross her mind as to why he was here then. I was looking for someone. Or 'someones' really, granted their was a number of their packmates having gone from them when all the storms had been raging. Finally it seemed, it had stopped.

 Have you seen anyone else here? Might as well ask first as to not waste his time in this strange forest.