Grouse Thicket Of Pale Morning's Light...

Ah. Ulrich soon saw the young male appear around a bend. He set his tail to wagging to show he was friendly. Hello there, he said, with a smile. He looked the male over, noting his coloration, the scar below his eye. Overall, there was nothing remarkable about him. Except that he was young, maybe a yearling. What was a wolf not even sexually mature doing out here by himself? Are you... lost? he asked, and then winced, because that sounded so condescending. But it was already out of his mouth, so there was nothing he could do about it now.