Haunted Wood my lost fearless leader

Fallen Sun's head tilted. She seemed... less than enthused. He tried to speak to her, using the extent of his vocabulary of polite conversation. Fhindh... her. his throat roared with soreness. Ih... whan t- to - fhindh... her. before it quivered out into a whimper and a mental note to find a puddle to drink from. But even if his voice was rough around the edges, it was incredibly soft. Upon using it more, it reminded even its speaker of a fawn's first breath. 

A booming voice? Wait until this man howled. 

She was a pretty wolf, and in all fairness, kind of reminded him of Wind Flower in terms of pelt. But his long-lost love smelt of sea spray and jasmine, and that was definitely not what this one smelled like. It... wasn't a bad smell, though.

He supposed she'd come back one of these days, but the lands here were so vast! He simply couldn't find her overnight. The skin on his nose twitched, but no such scent came to it. 

Wind Flower wasn't here.

But this new wolf was! And she looked friendly! 

Whho... yah?