Cassiopeia's View little bird, i have branches above my head

Henryk's head tilted back over his shoulder, eyes meeting the form of another brown wolf approaching him. He'd yet to form any sort of noticeable reaction on his features but in his mind he did take note of her radiant pelt right away, and her smile. His tail gently twitched.

Lost? He pondered in response to her question, cocking his head ever so slightly. Such a thing to say out of the blue...

I? Uh... Depends on what you consider lost. Because technically, he was? He'd come down the mountains on the other side of his view and trekked all the way here, but he was nowhere close to knowing enough about the area. But was someone really lost when they were, well... Aimless to begin with?

I'm not exactly from around here.