Sleepy Fox Hollow From outside of time

The wolves that bolstered Diaspora's ranks were far from strangers at this point, but that didn't mean Stag knew them. He had spent more time outside of Diaspora than within as of late. Somedays he was tracking his mother's frequent departures. Other days, he was playing make believe in his own kingdom of snow where everything was stable and safe. Today, however, found Stag within the territory -- and close to one of the 'newcomers' too. 

Standing on a snow covered rock, Stag watched the wolf he had identified as being close to his age, chew something between his paws. Stag briefly entertained the idea of trying to snare a piece of the meal for himself - but there was no one to protect him if this wolf reacted violently, and he wasn't exactly in a fighting mood.

Striding towards the boy on lean limbs Stag did his best to appear as if he was casually just in the vicinity - and not outright interested - that Elfie happened to be in. He cleared his throat and paused some distance away, eyeing the wildfire pelt of the stranger with interest. What's your name?