Valley of Gold Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me

Tuck had found his way to this area. He wasn't sure where he was. He'd left a pack that he'd found and had enjoyed, but he didn't like staying very long in most places. He looked around, sniffing the air to see if he was getting hints of scents. There was one. It was fresh and close. 

He lifted his nose a bit higher, trying to catch the scent in the wind, and then following it until he found the source. "Hello," he said when he saw the other wolf.