Blackfoot Forest give me the souls and the flocks that you wish

She sounded unwell, but perhaps just thirsty. Aaron wished to run her off now, he did not need weak wolves in his pack. But she was a woman, and handsome enough for him to be moved by. He let out a soft sigh, and stepped back from her once before he looked her over. "Where do you come from?" he asked, still not thrilled with her intruding but no longer wishing to slaughter her for entering his homelands uninvited. "What is your name?" he asked next, tail raised high and stiffly behind him. She did not smell like other wolves, only like blood. He wondered what troubles she would bring him, if any. Was she running from someone? Or did she just piss off the wrong people.