Haunted Wood I'm comin' home

I'm so sorry this is late!

Unfortunately for the male, Veritas could scent him with the still air - and he could smell her too. Her standard response was to whip around and snarl but the last time she did that, she ended up being recruited into a pack. The fae wasn't sure if she was ready to hop into yet another group especially with her intentions to lead her own. As such, she quelled the feeling to immediately confront the threat, instead turning around with a civil grin on her face- 

-to find nobody there. Eyes displaying her hidden confusion, they swept the area back and forth until they were near blind from the snow (in a matter of seconds, because why not? Snow was bad) and she was pissed. Luckily for the threat, Veritas didn't automatically launch into a stream of curses but chose to turn some more, catching an unknown wolf currently trying to sneak away from her without being noticed.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Her voice was neutral - neither kind nor hard, but it carried a slight tone of questioning. Why would anybody be right here, right now in this exact moment and choose to backpedal away? It made absolutely no sense.