Swiftcurrent Creek People Talking Without Speaking

He was not alone. Arric's head lifted quickly and he eyed the wolf that was near him. A big dark beast, though not near as large as Arric himself. Covered in healing wounds and a faint smell of herbs and paste.

Arric didn't move simply studied. Then blinked his blues and tilted his head. 

Hello?

It was both a question and a statement. This land wasn't claimed that he could tell. The scent stale, but he wasn't certain if packs were the same as they were once here. Perhaps things were not the same as his father had always told him.

I'm Arric DuAndris.