His mother and other females of the pack had told him stories that had been gathered for generations as a whelp. Some of those stories told of people called Elves that live far beyond what a pack or even a lone with can travel within a moon. "You are far from your lands. What brings you to Windsong Woods?" He hopes that is the right translation for it. Being born into a wild pack, he hadn't had much expereince with the common languages of the world. So far she appears to understand him. "Are you hungery? My people's stories says that your kind do not hunt as wolves can." Meaning he would have to go forage some for her himself.