Hideaway Strath cradle of forest

The sound of another's footfalls brought Henryk back to a standing position, politely waving his tail when an old woman emerged from the wood to greet him. She smelled of a group and that much was clear, he immediately garnered some hope that she may be a part of the clan he was looking for. He tried to remember what the elken woman smelled like but... He couldn't be sure. His dark maw unsealed to greet her in return, fully prepared with his spiel- at least before other voices broke his train of thought.

Suddenly, he was surrounded by wolves. The old woman, a nearby man that was now addressing him, and a woman that said man was verbally referencing- who he could only see after following his gaze. Before long another man had appeared, also bearing an earthen pelt like his own. Yellow-green eyes blinked as he took in his surroundings, before looking toward the "odd-one-out" of the group to respond to the stranger's question.

No. I'm not with her- but I am looking for someone. His answer was to the point, albeit a bit hesitant among the people around him.