Northstar Vale Wondering Soldier

Bold, this one. Saena's face was next to unreadable as she studied Howl. She had no idea where he came from or who the wolves he ran with were, but she had no reason to trust him, especially neck deep in her pack's territory. There was a faint hint of sap scent that wafted off him, but it didn't hold the heady quality of what she was accustomed to in the maple forest, and the most she could possibly discern was that he was a wolf of the forest.

But which forest, she couldn't begin to guess, and anyway, it wouldn't have made a difference. Her answer would still have been a firm, "no," even if Howl turned out to be the son of her best friend or something like that. "This isn't a showpiece territory." Pursing her lips in a display of her shortening temper, Saena flicked her muzzle toward the horizon and said, "I can escort you out or you can go around and find your own way, but that's it. Just because you can pass through unmolested doesn't mean you can hang around here."