It's a strange sight, to catch such a massive wolf looking so troubled. He stands high on an outcropping of stone at the entrance of the cave, shoulders tense, ears slightly flattened. Every so often he mutters to himself in a low, raspy voice.
"I told them that buck was going to make it across the river. I told them. Did we have a plan for that? Of course not. We still don't have a plan for it! I keep saying, if you don't plan for the worst, then the worst will come a-calling when you're already down and broken."
His ears prick up, and he turns his head in your direction. Instantly, he goes quiet.
"I, uh, I didn't see you there. You lost? This is the hunting party's outpost; not sure why anyone'd visit us here." A brief silence. He studies his paws. "Look, I don't know what you heard me talking about. But these are some of the finest wolves I've ever run with and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I just... well. I'd hate to see 'em go hungry for foolish reasons. You understand, don't you?"
Hunter 
Hunter