Larksong Grotto “No trespassing” that’s what it said

"How inhospitable of you," the wolf drawled with false disinterest, turning his eyes away as he peered about their surroundings. "I will wait for you, of course. You are, after all, the only reason I've stopped by." Duskhall was by no means a patient wolf, but she had no way of   knowing he'd give up on his mellow pursuit sooner rather than later. "Name?" he asked without further preamble, his brusque query defacing his air of indifference. His main goal now seemed to be in determining how obedient this beryl-eyed yearling was, as opposed to setting her at ease.