Women were uh, difficult. Most of his interactions had been with woman. His mother. His sister. Both now long gone, and the few woman he had encountered here or there. Isolde was...one he could not wrap his head around. How can be be so drawn to her, yet be so damn ANNOYED by her? It made no sense, and it drove him mad.

He did not stick around the forest. Well, he did stick around. He was hanging around often...but he didn't join the pack and stay there. He was not sure he could handle the pack life. He knew little about it other than many gathering and doing...stuff together.
Hunting maybe. He had learned to hunt on his own, but perhaps he could see the benefit in multiple jaws attacking prey. He didn't quite want to...share though.

Winter was upon the land, and he found himself going to the caverns for some shelter from the winds. He was well equipped to handle the cold, but no need to dwell in it all the time. The heavy brute stepped on heavy paws as the caves began to come into view.
Something catches the attention of his blue and black eyes. His gold brindled form stopped for a moment. He focused upon the form and inhales the cool air. He was bored, and winter always brought about odd...feelings that he did not quite understand. He could tell after stepping forward a bit more that she was female, and a smirk began to cross on her white and black maw.

She was much smaller than him, but he could tell she was likely something fierce. He walks up to her, but does not get too close. He looks at her curiously, and finds her scent...drawing him closer. He makes his presence known. Her does not approach quietly or meekly, nor does he rage down upon her. His approach is perhaps strong and confident to the point some find a little intimidating, but it was easy to say that his social skills are lacking.

"Hey," he says with his deep voice. "Eh, so, What...are you doing here?" he asked, not even quite sure to start conversation. He felt he needed to improve these skills, and why is her scent so lovely? He restrains himself for saying anything quite yet, smiling slightly with his black touched maw to first ensure that she is not scared or too aggressive. He hoped she would not be startled- so far no one took well to his blunt advise.