Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

He had met another once, with a similar fire-y red coloring. Nothing in the girl's posture reminded him of her. She greeted him without aggression. Étoille wondered if she was from a pack. He knew of the Rehook Caldrah from the deaf woman, and he knew of Slade's family, though they did not seem to be a true pack but a coalition. He assumed there were others but perhaps not. 

A few moments passed in silence. Étoille was not good at speaking. He would be content to lay in silence and let the girl continue on her way, but it felt awkward. "Are you from here," he finally asked, voice slow and easy. It did not occur to him that she might live in this meadow. Or that he might be trespassing. (At the very least, the thought didn't concern him.) She seemed unbothered by his presence as he was by hers, for now.