Whitefish River I'm So Fancy

He'd managed to get her attention easy enough, and was met with a familiar expression of curiosity. It was something he was used to, the cool regard he received from most first encounters. He mimicked the slight wag, the friendly demeanour was a welcome change from the normally stand offish. He regarded the female closely, waiting for a moment after her greeting to see if anything else was following, when nothing was forthcoming he spoke. "Another wayward wanderer avoiding the winters harsh kiss, hmm?" stepping forward his voice quiet.

He had not yet come across enough of the various pack wolves to be able to distinguish the difference, or the ones to avoid. Of course there was the likely chance he'd soon stumble across a less than impressed warden ready to teach him the places to steer clear of, But for now this seemed a pleasant interaction.
If that could be determined after only exchanging nine words.