Kintla Flatlands I hear my home callin'

Fox's grin only widened when he spoke. She could not quite place what it was about him that she liked, but there certainly was something. Perhaps it was the clash of his no-nonsense attitude and her own care-free "do whatever" personality. “Well perhaps you are not the wolf I thought you were,” she replied, feigned disappointment laced in her voice. Granted, she had only met him once, and his sense of humor was a bit quirky, but Fox was totally in to that.

“Pissing’s alright with me, so long as you don’t mind getting your ass kicked.” It was not like Fox was just going to let him piss all over the creek. Besides, they had plenty of respectable members to watch the borders when she wasn't around to chase off wanderers. “Why aren’t you keeping out assholes like me, anyway?” she asked.