what do you mean

His casual nip to her ear spurned a small smile to her features – her eyes riveted upon him, she remained oblivious to the presence of the youth that carefully watched them from the security of reeds. Her shoulders lifted in a shrug to his question – indicating that she hadn’t been up to too much. “Met a few faces here and there,” she offered, a small smile gracing her muzzle.
 
About to ask him how his own trip was, a gentle breeze tickled at her nose – the scent of dampness and water intermingled thickly.. but also the hint of something else. Something that reminded her very much of a certain dark wolf who had invited her to his pack. Her eyes drifted back to Terich-mir, her wolfish brows arching to indicate something was off – but she spoke nothing of it.