Deepwood Weald I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why

The bedraggled form of a distantly familiar face emerged from the woodland looking ready and rarin' for a fight. Rian started and took a few steps back to put distance between himself and the other Neverwinter wolf, who spouted a question at him. "I... no?" He stammered as he shifted his ears back. The proximity to the other (the closest he'd ever been to Maude) confused him. Her scent was... wrong, somehow. She didn't smell like a woman; like his mother, but her voice, appearance, and demeanor was overwhelmingly feminine. Rian didn't feel like making this awkward, so he let it go for now.

Rian decided it wasn't the time or place to try and piece together the conflicting information and quickly turned his attention back to the scene. "Should we... uh, investigate?" He asked weakly.