Haunted Wood Time is an artificial construct.

He had not yet met his littlest relatives. It was they who formed the core of the pack, centered them more than even their goal of reclaiming Blackfeather Woods. It waa they who dictated their schedules, who hunted, who babysitted...

And he had not yet met them. 

So, now that they were older and stronger, he felt it was more appropriate to introduce himself. He was more likely to run into them now.

And he saw one, black and gray with pale eyes like his father. Far from the typical Melonii colors, but most of the Meloniis here were. Hello there, Malcanthet said as he approached his... Cousin? Sure.