It's evident in the way he holds his head, in the coloring of his fur, even the cautious look in his eyes. But the biggest giveaway? The way he stands; as if bracing himself against a bone-chilling gust that never comes. Jesper is a wolf who knows better than to be caught unawares.
The mountains are not forgiving. One misstep, one mistake, is all it takes to be your last. The wolf packs found there are no different. They are not unkind- but it is survival of the fittest, and they have not the energy to mourn those who might have survived in a different climate.
But mourn he did. He misses his younger sister.
After a particularly cruel winter, paws aching and belly empty, Jesper descended the mountainside. Of all the wolves he could've bumped into, it was a pupsitter who he came across first. A cream wolf, who was playing with pups. She stood out like a sore thumb- there wasn't a chance she wouldn't have been noticed for miles off. And yet, she was entirely untroubled. She wasn't afraid. She shone. Her musical laugh echoed off the trees, and she rolled around as the pups play attacked her. She looked like an angel.
He lay down, making himself as small as possible. And, summoning his courage, he huffed a greeting. After so many moons alone, his search had ended. This could be a new home, if they were willing to accept him.
Hunter 
Hunter