Grouse Thicket out of the mist

He nodded, appreciative that this man, Ulrich, was so understanding. "I kind of can't help it." Moving closer, there was no threat in his body language. Once he stopped, he turned and gestured with his snout. "Just to the southeast of here there is a mountain summit. That was the former home of my pack. Then they...all just up and left one day." A dial back of his ears, a slightly pained note in his voice.

He could not simply turn his back and leave. Not with the kind offer Ulrich had extended him. It didn't feel right. "Would you...care to try and track down some grouse with me?" His brow raised hopefully. "We could split the catch, so you have something to bring back to your stores."