Serpent Lake You smell like pine needles and you have a face like sunshine

He didn't seem to share her concern, though before either one of them could say another word about it, a third wolf wandered onto the scene. Wildfire briefly wondered if he had been the one watching them, though the way he approached with such casual surprise made her brush away that possibility. Even as he strode nearer, her amber eyes flitted around, searching for whatever (or whoever) was watching them. Strangely, the feeling had disappeared and Wildfire's amber eyes slowly found their way to the stranger's face.

His comment made no sense to her. Wildfire's lips pursed and she glanced at Reek, who spat out a few choice words. Her eyes cut back to the scarred black stranger. Her red fur prickled. There was something about his scent that reminded her of something, though she couldn't put her finger on it. Moreover, she suspected he had just said something filthy, even though he hadn't used any coarse language at all. Her father had recently explained what an innuendo was to her; was that was this was?