Nova Peak same words

What a joyous occasion it was! Ingvar was out on his own, dispersed from the rich pack he'd been born into. Wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, he was ready to take on the world. Make new friends, explore new places, and hopefully sample the local selection of single ladies. It was a brand new day in a brand new place, and nothing was going to bring Ingvar down.

And so, when his nose brought him the heavy smell of wolf, he wasted no time following the trail to his first destination: a small cave with somebody rustling around inside.

Good morning! he said. And though he did not enter the cave, he did attempt to see who was inside. So far, no luck. Two distinct scents mingled here, and Ingvar was eager for company.