Gilded Bay Actions speak louder than words

Slight PP, lemme know if that's not ok :)

Roz watched as the other wolf took up her spot, content now that her stomach was full.  She then began grooming her paws after sitting a short distance away.  Her ears twisting to catch Charon's questions was the only sign she gave that she heard.  It took a moment for her to finish, and it was then she looked at the young pack wolf.

"Do you?  A coastal wolf... man after my own heart."  She paused to scratch at a sudden itch on her side, sighing with satisfaction as it was eradicated.  "I can't speak for freeloader over there, but I run alone."  She focused in suddenly, ears flitting round.  If he was a pack wolf, and they were too close... she saw no signs of aggression but still was wary.  Yet she heard none of his fellows skulking round and could smell nothing but the briny wind.  Seems her luck would hold.  "Who wants to know?"