You stand your ground. If the other wolf is offended, he doesn't show it yet. He doesn't even growl as he approaches you -- just glides along, silent as a ghost.
"You're not where you belong," he says. His voice is soft and steady and betrays nothing. "Shall I escort you out?"
You say nothing, trying to match his disposition, but your furtive glance toward the mountain path gives you away. He eyes you... then hums contemplatively. "I see. If you intend on sheltering here, the Alpha will want to know. Do stay close."
He turns, beckoning you to follow, and you realize that this little nook goes further back into the mountain than you'd thought. You watch him squeeze through a gap in the rocks, white fur vanishing, and suddenly feel claustrophobic. Can you trust this wolf?
> Take your chances.
> You've rested long enough. Back to the road.