Following his encounter with the female wolf, he still was not sure what judgement to make on pack wolves, not that he'd want to form a general opinion of them all anyway. She had pretty much saved his life, surely something to be considered an act of kindness though it mattered rather little to him. He could not say he would trust another one if he met one, just as he still wouldn't put much into that fae if he saw her again. He trusted nobody and would assess them on an individual basis, and in the situation as it were. Not everyone was the same and did not react the same to everything, he knew that much even though he'd lived an isolated life. Still, it was quite a good thing that he had survived that little mishap and had more days to live out.

Padding through the red tinted woods, he did not care for the few sticks that snapped beneath his paws. There was no need to conceal himself, he was a predator and he was not on the hunt, nor was he wary of a wolf finding him at this time. He knew that it was unlikely someone would harm a yearling who wasn't doing anything wrong, it was not that which bothered him but more the case of him being rather antisocial, however he was in easy enough terrain to make himself disappear if he did not want the company of whoever came along. In fact, after meeting that ashen fae he felt less of a need to hide himself away. It was quite interesting to see what could happen when another was around. It was unpredictable, and that was intriguing for the young brute. After all, growing bored only led him to get into things which often caused trouble. But of course, he would only allow someone to accompany him on his own terms, and he preferred to be unknown to others until he revealed himself.

He continued through the forest until he rounded a tree and glimpsed the sideview of a dark wolf, quite young and slim, sitting there quietly with butterflies fluttering about him. How curious that every wolf he came across had such dark pigment, it was quite common and a pelt like his own appeared quite rare. It was however surreal seeing such a scene, and how peaceful and happy the male seemed left Conláed quite perplexed. Perhaps he actually enjoyed the beings of nature, whereas Conláed regarded them with cold, observant eyes, caring little for beauty and things like that. He could smell many other wolves mixed into this one's scent, proving he was no loner yet something about him seemed like he preferred his own company. The other seemed so pure and so different, which was quite something considering his own mother was missing an eye though, he had been raised with that sort of oddity. Conláed paused and observed him, head gradually tilting as he slowly lowered his haunches and wondered quietly what it was that went through the other's mind.