Blackfeather Woods The thorns

So he had been born here. She might have given him more respect if he had been older, but he appeared to be young, and she assumed he didn't hold as much knowledge as some of the veterin members. But despite his age he knew more then her and decided to follow his lead when it came for formalities. Not having been part of a pack for a mahority of her life she was still iffy as to how to adress others with the proper amount of respect and submission. But from the little bit of conversation they had had so far she didn't think it was going to be too formal of an endevour.

Head on he appeared to be a normal young wolf, it wasn't until he moved past her that she noticed a difference in he stance, walking, and appearance. She kept her comments to herself, thinking it strange, very strange, but not knowing who's kid this might be didn't want to have her comments told second hand. But he moved around fine and appeared healthy, if not a bit squished.

Focusing on his words rather then his appearance she commented on these said monsters. "Things confident enough to come into the light can be scarrier then what hinds in the dark."  she said. Referenceing experiences that she had had in the past.