Blackfoot Forest subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull

Going to just close this one since Astyanax's account has been inactive for a while.

The kid smiled. Again, Lane returned the friendly gesture, head tilted slightly to the side as she waited for him to respond. Instead of answering her, he sampled the air, seemingly in an attempt to sniff out Lane. The yearling moved closer, assisting him in his endeavor while also allowing her to more easily do the same. 

He smelled strongly of other wolves-- his pack, no doubt. He hadn't been away long; no more than a half-day. So they must live fairly close.. although most certainly not in these woods. He smelled of valley grasses, and maybe a few oak and maple hints.

The boy finally replied, although Lane wasn't sure if he was answering her question or asking one of his own. "I'm Lane," she offered, which seemed like an appropriate reply regardless. She still couldn't tell whether they were trying to communicate through some kind of language barrier. The kid was friendly enough, but something did seem kind of off. 

"Okay kid," Lane began, voice lilting upward in a friendly way, "What's got you charging into this forest? Are you running towards something, or away?" Lane glanced pointedly in the direction the kid had come from, just in case some nonverbal communication was required.