The winds, they scream your name

(Thoughts Speech)

As Quinn turned to look around at the surrounding area, wondering if this place really could be home, he was startled by a sudden voice, calling from behind him, asking if he found anything. "Shit, I hope they're friendly." He thought, as this was a new land, he wasn't sure if he could trust just anyone he came across, and he wasn't about to let himself be tricked by the bearer of this voice into thinking he was completely safe. As far as he was concerned, this person could be his worst nightmare in a can, so to speak.

He turned to look at the wolf slowly, grinning slightly so as to not show fear, his paws however, betrayed him, trembling slightly as he sat them on the ground one by one, stepping until he faced... her.

He breathed a small sigh of relief as he saw that in front of him was a woman, slightly taller than himself he guessed, but he wasn't certain. However, he could be certain that she was built like him, and therefore not insanely dangerous in terms of weight, there was a chance he could take her in a fight if needed. He decided to sit down, and give her the responsibility of coming to him if she wanted to converse, he was a leader, and he felt it might be time he start acting like one. He cleared his throat and replied to her previous question: "Not much, I just haven't been around good soil for a while, the north is frozen like you wouldn't believe." He chuckled a bit, to show comfort, and hoped he was making a good impression.
"My name is Quinn, madam. And you are?"