Phantom Hollow miles outside of the eye of the storm

When she didn't advance upon him he took that as a context clue, or at the very least paused long enough to let some of the adrenaline subside and his breath to catch.

Although he did not understand what she was saying, the wolf threw a look over his shoulder in the direction of the plains, outside of the forest. He took a few frenzied breaths that got deeper with each attempt, and seemed undecided on what to do.

He knew he had to keep moving; so far this girl hadn't shown any aggression but he should keep away in case the forest belonged to someone—

The wolf couldn't find any sign of a mark to prove the hollow was owned, but he wasnt really looking; he couldn't stop alerting to every sound, or checking to see if he was being followed. Something opposite them both cracked among the trees, high up, and when a flock of songbirds erupted from the branches the wolf was off and moving again.

The mumuration filled the air with wingbeats and shrieks of warning, drawing the eye; and the wolf was gone.