Flint

You walk through the forest, looking for a herbs for your pack's herbalist. You're familiar with this territory - in fact, you've been hunting here for a long time already. It is quiet today - however, you have seen a rain clouds  far in the sky a couple of hours ago. You let out a sigh and look around, telling yourself that it is the time to go home, when a lone figure catches your attention. It is definitely a wolf, but you haven't seen him before. It looks like he notices you too, so you decide to carefully approach him. 

"Oh", you think, while sniffing the air around you, "so, a pack leader, then."

You greet him, and he does the same in return. Seeing your curiosity, he continues. 

"My name is Flint. You probably don't know me, do you?" 

You shake your head, paying attention to his words. It is always useful to know who your neighbors are. 

"Well, that is because we are not exactly living here." 

That is an interesting start. You suggest that he is just exploring the nearby territories, but he denies that, looking at you with a slight joy in his eyes. You look at him in confusion, asking if he is from another region. He rolls his eyes (are wolves even suppose to do that?), because of course he is from another region. No, it is not desert or swamp, or mountains - pretty close, yet he tells you that none of those places are his real home. Flint then tells you that he has no permanent home. 

What a rather confusing dialogue, you think. 

It turns out that he and his partner decided to leave the place they were born in. He's not talking about it much, but it is clear that this place is truly horrible. You wish he told you more about it, but at the same time you are not. Other wolves then joined them, so they became a pack together. They never stay at one place, always moving around. It looks like they are trying to forget who they are, even changing their names and appearance. Flint's own name was given to him by his partner, Steel, and you don't know if it is sweet or ironic. They have roles as normal wolves do. Yes, other wolves can join them. No, they don't take puppies; they don't even make them. 

Flint does not explain you the reasons why they are like this. It is not like any of this information is really useful, but you feel like... Maybe, you want to know more. There is something about the calm in his voice when he tells you about his life, the slight sadness in his voice when he talks about Steel, or sarcastic answers he does when you ask questions that are probably kind of stupid (now, when you think about that), what tells you where is more about this story, something that a person won't tell to a complete stranger like you.

A  raindrop touches your nose. You suddenly remember what you thought about rain clouds - not so far away, now. Flint also notices that, turning to you. 

"Looks like we've waisted some time just talking here, huh? A rain is about to start. I think, we should return to our packs now." His yellow eyes look straight into your face. "You are an interesting interlocutor. I would be happy to tell you more, or actually hear something about you, if we ever meet again." 

You really want to answer, you really do, but then the rain hits the ground heavily, and the only choice you have is to hurry to your warm cave - oh, your herbalist is going to kill you.

You still think about the strange wolf as you run through the woods.