Ouroboros Spine if the light that shines some day goes out

While he had not been present when the travelers had arrived, word spread soon enough and Adrastus figured he might as well make their new additions feel welcome whether or not they intended to stay. From what he understood, they too had been displaced by the landslide, but had been allies of the pack when it had once been called Moonspear. They shared grief then, he thought. So he hadn't rushed to see that they find a place to fit in, but he wouldn't avoid them completely, either. After all, they were on Moonglow territory, and were expected to be treated as guests. 

He'd been keen on tracking down prey to enjoy both as food and as a means to use their pelts to line the den he tended so carefully now when he spotted a dark figure out in the open. His dark fur was still slick in places, making Adrastus think he'd perhaps been swimming in the lake. He was fussing about his legs and paws, probably in an attempt to keep them clean, but Adrastus figured that a wolf that smelled less like a wolf and more like the lake might be a capable hunting partner. He uttered a soft whuff as he approached, as though to see if the male was at all receptive to company.