Neverwinter Forest living like we're renegades

The silver-grey fur at her shoulders quivered, half-stiffened, as she was undecided how best to respond to this stranger who approached. He was older than she and larger than she, moreso in musculature than in height; the pheromones in his scent bespoke authority, in his home pack.  He was clearly a man in charge, and the few smatterings of scars she glimpsed upon his face bespoke no hesitation to defend that position.  He seemed content, for the moment, to answer the flicker of her sea-dark eyes with no words, only a faintly curious expression that told her nothing of his intent or opinion of the pale young she-wolf he'd discovered in unclaimed forest lands.  She'd met more than one uncivilized male in her travels who'd had untoward intentions towards her; and one or two males whose intentions had been fortunately aligned with her own.

Her interest piqued in this male not for sensual reasons, but practical ones.  The ancient nature of this forest had subdued her natural inclination towards boisterous and loud behavior, but the arrival of another seemed to have released the wood's restraint on her tongue, and she spoke, injecting some of her usual haught into her greeting.  "You have the coat of a fox but the boldness of a wolf, to approach a strange female out for a walk."  Perhaps he would see she wished to know his plan for their interaction.  If it was conversation he desired, it was an odd way to go about it; if it was to threaten her, he'd have to carry on with it and she'd defend herself.  The curling mists might provide a cloak for her escape.  Anything else would be a bridge they crossed when they got there.