Grouse Thicket mine, windbag, mine

Hope some PP is okay since the player fell inactive!

The woman slipped away, clearly in no mind to involve herself in whatever went on between her and the male now. Perhaps smart, yet a pity...Arthendal needed more wolves. She fixed the male with a cool gaze, silent a moment before speaking. "What I need to understand
, is why a Creek wolf is so near to our hunting grounds." She replied, though her smooth voice held no trace of hostility, save for if the male responded with hostility. She tilted her head a fraction, as if merely curious, though her demeanor did not match the idle gesture.