Haunted Wood Herbs

"Am I lost?" he questions then can't held but smirk, stifling a little laugher. "Of course I'm not lost." His tail flips in the air and he yawns, looking down at the wolf with vague interest. Her immediate reaction to anger doesn't surprise him. The other wolves did too, but when he is out of their reach, he's far more likely to play around.

Carrots could go wherever he pleases, stepping over borders as if it didn't even faze him. He'd smelled the number of wolves that pissed out on the border and he presumed this is one too. Small, fresh. No one took them seriously just yet.

"I think you're the one that's lost, though. Want to know what my name is?" he asks lazily, holding a paw off the branch a little to draw the wolf in.