It would seem that his plan to seek out a local wolf in the fields had been a fairly good one. As Dirk cast about for a likely scent to follow, another wolf called out to him. Lifting his head, the darkly hued brute cast his gaze about for the source of the voice. It took him a moment, squinting through the sleet. The weather didn't bother him too terribly. He'd come from a place where rain was the norm, in some form or another. Ah! There!

As he made out the shape of a large white wolf coming toward him, Dirk shook himself out and then dipped his muzzle in greeting. "Aye, mild out, isn't it?" His voice was gruff and in truth he was preparing himself to string together more words at a time than he had since before he'd left his home. But it was for a good cause. He needed to know what manner of wolf had taken over a pack in the area that his wee mad shadow occupied.

"I was hopin' ye could help me, actually. The name's Dirk. I dinnae come from these parts and am tryin' to ken them better." Nice and casual. Just lead the lad into conversation and maybe he'd offer up the information Dirk was looking for. Perhaps he'd even be able to make introductions with the new laird of Asteraia for a foreigner. That would be ideal. Dirk could offer his services in return for being allowed to linger on the edges of the clan lands. Surely a new laird wouldn't turn away assistance so close to winter, even if it meant allowing a stranger to lurk?