Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

Not only did he steadfastly refuse help, but he greatly distrusted this man and any other stranger. His distrust was instinctual, and it ran deep. Voodoo couldn't imagine how he would be useful to a pack, and so he didn't understand what this guy's pack would get out of him. And everyone always wanted something. Keep it, he spat, turning on his heels. If the other wolf didn't give chase, Voodoo would continue, his mood fouler than it had been before the encounter.