Fairspell Meadow you could set fire

She watched as the thoughts in his head made themselves apparent on his face. A myriad of emotions crossed his vistage before he finally gave his name — Crescent. She wondered what he was thinking, why he hesitated before giving his name. Was it false? It wasn't like that mattered much to her; she had given fake names before. 

A thought, an idea, crossed her mind. Her pack was nearest to him, and he didn't look like he could make it any farther than Blackfeather Woods. She had a habit of bringing in young strays lately, but didn't make any conscious note of it. My pack lives close by, She offered. I can give you food if you'd like. You might even be allowed to stay for a while. It's up to you.