Golden Glade Melodies of Fleeting Chances

I - uh- Hviske had not expected anyone to be nearby, as he hadn't been able to sense any. Another plan, foiled- he thought bitterly. In truth, the newcomer had startled him. He turned his attention to the canine - no bigger than him, but he smelled older. 

Oh no- he thought, his mind racing for words that would get him out of this without getting hurt. 

The young wolf sighed. I know a pack is nearby; that's why I've not encroached further. But I've nowhere else to go... and... their scent reminds me of Da and Ma. A comforting sort of scent.