Stone Circle trouble me

So there was more than one wolf around who hadn't been born into the pack. It seemed as though Easthollow was cobbled together out of dispersal wolves much like himself. That was interesting, and comforting, too. He felt a little less like an outsider, now.

"Oh, not too far from here - but I wouldn't say I'm from the area, either. My homeland is a few week's travel from this place," he explained, turning away from the bison so that they would stop distracting him from company. "Easthollow is very different. It was just my parents and my siblings in my old pack, and we were rarely out of sight of each other. Here, everything is so... big." He cast a glance over his shoulder. "... and far apart."

He missed the closeness of his family, but he knew they needed the space his leaving had provided. Besides, he'd only just begun to put down roots in Easthollow. Things would get better for him, soon. "I apologize - I didn't even ask your name. I'm King, of Elkbone-by-the-Mountain. What's your name?"