Haunted Wood derivative

 

The thought came to him suddenly that every wolf he had met in these foriegn lands had the same dark hue as himself, yet still everyone's gaze tended to linger on him a beat longer than what he would consider normal.  He turnes his thoughts back to the dark woman in front of him and smelled her before he spoke.  The scent of the strongly-marked borders entwined with that of the woman's own and he makes note of it — perhaps the wolves of the pack she hailed from were posessive over the forest, too.

She smiles at him, a hesitant thing, and he meets her warm welcome with a chilled gaze, raising his head at her as she speaks.  Greetings, he quells eventually, It seems as if everyone I meet in these lands tell me the same thing.

His flews turn up in the barest form of a smile and he moves forward, revealing more of himself through the dense fog that blankets the air around them. Who might you be?