Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

It didn't take long for shenanigans to attract another, yet the average-sized wolf that did emerge was not a face that spider sought. Fiery eyes lit like embers towards the intrusion, softening only when confusion spiced words apologized. For a small moment the Delta simply observed, ears pricked upwards in wary curiosity. Nostrils did not recognize the scent that permeated the female's presence, nor was there recognition that she was of a neighboring pack wolf. 

"Not mine," he admitted somewhat coolly, a slimy smile oozing onto raven-kissed lips. The expression was fleeting, the glimmer of deceit clear and evident without any effort to hide it. "Not anyone's," he added quietly with a faint tilt of soot-colored jawline. "It could be yours," he offered suggestively, as though the terrain was an item so easily auctioned off. Gaze hardened then, the ruse evaporating into a sentinel of black silence, awaiting explanation or the expected arrival of some boring warrior that wished to press their luck.