Silver Creek i mean i guess that's fine

Winter was far from over, the shadow knew this to be such and yet he moved still with the hope that he might find something alive and of interest beyond the circled mountain barriers of his home. Within this forest, a pack once thrived, just like in the north one had. Both having gone now, by their own accord or from being run off by the might of his clan, he was uncertain. 

He knew only he was able to stride freely and so he did. Ahead, an open field, a creek cutting it's way through. A pretty forest, like that up north from here. He then spots the other wolf- tall yet a small, thin frame, such as Hemlocke's self. The shadow watches curiously though does not approach the stranger.