Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

Although she was bolder these days than ever before, Wildfire still wasn't an entirely confident wolf. When he moved nearer, she shrunk away slightly. She didn't like a perfect stranger invading her personal space bubble, even though she'd sort of asked for it. She took a single step backward to lessen the tension in her muscles, then humored him by taking a long look at what could only be called his tusks.

"Do you not have one?" she asked patiently, eyes flicking up briefly to meet his, though she couldn't bring herself to hold his gaze longer than a few seconds. He hadn't answered her question.