Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

The amicable little thing seemed to appreciate this inquiry for her features brightened. If the Sawtooth soldier had any heart at all, it would have wrinkled at such a horrible demeanor to mislead the kind wolf. Her location was acquired. A hollow. How interesting. As the conversation waned, so did the attention of company. Her description of the blood relative did little to pinpoint a match, yet no words were spoken of this. In fact, the topic seemed to shift perfectly in the spider's favor.

"Some bad wolves are trying to claim this location," he lead on with a steely heaviness to voice as though this revelation pained him to admit. "They tried to kill a neighboring pack wolf over it. It might not be safe here," he lured smoothly, fiery eyes scanning the forest with her to punctuate this meaning. Leave it to the female to understand now as to why the Delta was marking trees that did not belong to him. "They were warned of their mistake but don't care if what they do is wrong. Don't trust them," he finished with a flicker of tongue over whiskers. Perhaps now that the seed of doubt was planted she, too, would not trust the inhabitants attempting to make this wooded terrain home.