The other gave up quick, almost physically deflating. Iðunn watched, emotionless, as he explained. This is not what it wanted, but it's what it got. No answers, only another young wolf equally as confused as he. It snorted, eyeing the water greedily. It was getting too hot, and that water looked lovely and cool.

The other seemed fairly useless, which was unfortunate for him. Iðunn was in no state to consider attacking another for no reason - violence had no use unless it served as a means to benefit him - so they were at a standstill.

We are same. Iðunn eventually said, after a very long, awkward pause. There were no other questions it had, it was not hungry, it was just confused, irritated, and hot. There was nothing the other could help him with, at least not in the means of survival. It would find another mountain range, and maybe someone who had answers about it's mysterious appearance in these lands.