King Elk Forest i don't want your pieces

Queenie sighed and shook her head. Tam, as he called himself, didn't seem to be a threat so much to her pack as he was to her sanity. His eagerness was too heavy for her weak stomach, on a night like this, especially. She figured that better than to try chasing him off or calling for someone else to handle his presence (he wasn't really doing much to put her on guard when she thought about it), it would be best to simply ignore him for the time being.

With the simultaneous roll of her shoulders and eyes, Queenie continued her rounds, half-hoping Tam would be as persistent as he seemed.