King Elk Forest if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail

As soon as her teeth scored the hard wood of the stick, Saena sprang backward in anticipation of Rexxar's intervention, but it never came. The grey wolf instead spoke, his tone a lazy drawl as a smile unfurled across his lips. The alpha wolf's red ears slicked back and she taunted him with a genial wave of her hindquarters as she tugged the stick just a foot out of his reach, though he could likely close the gap in mere moments if he wanted to. Yet the man was still, and his offer mirrored her own in such a way that she knew he was clever.

Turning her unstated offer into one of his own, punctuated by a wink that suggested he knew the game he was playing. Smartass.

But he was a strong looking wolf and had proven himself on two occasions: first, in predicting the outcome of the plague and warning her of it, and second, in walking away from her territory and the fish at her paws when commanded to do so. There was no reason to not trust Rexxar. That wasn't to say that Saena did trust him—that would be a while in coming—but it was a start. A first recruit for Silver Creek could only bring more recruits, and she soon hoped their pack would be full and bountiful once more.

She let the stick fall again, crouching low over it to protect it from Rexxar's snatching jaws, but her eyes were bright and her smile brighter as she told him, "I'll share my home with you," though by that all she meant was the Creek. Should Rexxar come seeking her in her den on a misunderstanding, he would feel the wrath and fury that a tiny body like Saena's could pent up and release.