The line between me and you

Dómari was on his own again.  He'd gone off on his own away from Diarmuid for awhile to clear his head and plan his next move.  They had yet to find the rest of his family and already he was a yearling.  Maybe it was time he went on his own way?  Scratching behind his left ear he stared out across the lake and debated if it would be worth trying to catch a fish or not.  While he was debating what to do he caught a vaguely familiar scent but could not trace it to anything. Dómari turned around he spied another wolf.  A pale man a few inches shorter than him.  "Oh!  Hello there!  Are you here to fish to?"