Haunted Wood I'm comin' home

Though he had chosen a path that to show his disinterest in interacting, the she-wolf called out to him regardless, drawing Warbone to cease his heavy plodding— a walk that had  hardly been meant for any sort of creeping. The wolf turned heftily to face the raven female, his stiff tail swinging back and forth in slow sweeps. "What does either matter to you?" he asked in quiet seriousness. She could have let him move on, but she was either lonely or needed something, and the dripping male wasn't sure what he felt like dealing with at that moment. Idle conversation? Certainly not.

When she couldn't provide him with an answer he felt was suitable or quick enough, Warbone turned, more irritated than before, and continued on his way.