Silver Creek i mean i guess that's fine

Ole moved through the foreign land cautiously, his ears swiveling like enthusiastic radar dishes upon his head all the while.  Mauti was out there somewhere resting and he had learned several times over the worst could happen in such a vulnerable state, so he didn't stray too far.  Just enough to dip his toes in the proverbial waters of the great big unknown.

It was the scent of another wolf that drew his attention away from exploration.  Ole couldn't deny there was some anxiety knotting in his chest (were the wolves here kind? Insane? Occultists?) at the way the stranger leered at him from afar.  That wasn't creepy at all.  Not one bit.

"Hi," he called, a thin smile scraping across his white muzzle.

@Hemlocke