Hideaway Strath in your crypt

Another's approach came swift, out from the woodland around them, but from where? Surely she had not crossed over the mountains? Perhaps she had, perhaps there was an easy path to the other side somewhere or maybe she bad come down from around in the north like they had. Moonspear, a mountain wolf, she was, but unknowingly to him. He had never scented them before and only knew them by chatter of his brethren. 

The large woman of the group (biggest female he had ever seen) took charge to tell the other wolf that they scouted here to find a home. Hemlocke was tense due to his own nervousness. As terrifying as he might look, he was a rather antisocial male and often his appearance drew others away. If not, he drew away for a lack of communication skill. It was a trait he had done his best to correct amongst those he now called 'Pack'.

Donovan, whom he still thought him as such, rounded back to them now drawn in by the scent of another not their own. A full introduction of himself, his pack and their intent. Hemlocke took the opportunity to lower his head, his boxy muzzle tipping downward a moment, a silent hello.

A Moonspear wolf, it was made clear now and soon later on of her own from what seemed their scouting party came by then. Moonspear was north of here, high up and on the other side of the mountain where one could not cross into the region from there. He wonders why they had come so far to scout. Had something happened here? He is curious yet like Leigh, he is silent, shy and awkward as his usual self. The little woman who had helped guide them through their journey, he now kept close to her, be it for her comfort, or his own.