Dahozhoni Meadow runnin'

The other male glances away, giving Bruno the impression that he will not be forcing a challenge. Good. Life was easier this way.
He then asks a question, and Bruno shakes his head.
"I am not," Bruno says. He follows the gaze of his near doppelgänger so that two sets of golden eyes now settle on the trees beyond.
"Are you heading that way?" he asks. Bruno has no plan—not really—and he wonders if perhaps he should follow this older wolf.