Little Goat Mountain gänseblümchen

Diaval was startled to realize how close he was to the borders of a pack. They were dense in the Wilds, he remembered that, but had he been alone so long he'd gone noseblind? He offered an embarrassed laugh, turning away slightly. "Oh." he said quietly. Then, "Your pack so you...run it? You're the leader...?" Or whatever those were called. He'd heard it varied from place to place.

"Diaval. I've been around here before but I left. I'm back now, I've got...things I want to learn. Things I want to do." he wasn't sure why he was compelled to say more than his name. The big male - Mahler - didn't seem bothered by him and his loneliness was, maybe, starting to catch up. Some conversation might actually be nice now that he was a bit warmed up. "There was someone who sort of offered to teach me herbs -" and other things but he was smart enough not to mention that "but I don't know if she's still here. Or where, exactly, she would be, anyway."