Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

Forward dated to about a week from now because I'm impatient lmao

 He had traveled for what felt like forever. Brushing Against the sea, catching a few fish for himself, and being lucky enough to scavenge a dead seal. Now he had made his way to the other side of the mountains, to new beginnings. 
His heart hurt. Awenfen's broken expression, how she had dissapeared before he could explain himself. How had he been so stupid? 
But the truth was without his past he no longer has an Identity. He was breaking apart, so desperately trying to get away from the guilt he was destroying any chance to be happy. He still wanted Awenfen. He still wanted to make her happy. 

His babbling river of thoughts halted as he realized there was a scent here. Faint, small, without the established borders of a stronger pack, but still...there. 
He wondered what kind of pack could be forming in this mystical realm. 
After debating for a moment he crossed the boundary, hoping they could use a vagabond like himself.