Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

his hesitance is something she is intimately familiar with.  he has no reason to trust her; she senses (and smells) that he has been alone for some time now.  any pack scent, or even the intermingling of other wolves had worn off from his coat entirely. 

as far as she knew, he could be like her — alone his entire life until someone would take him in.

but then he spoke, and that illusion was shattered, and she was kind of annoyed about it.  she senses his confusion, and pushes it towards him once more.  um hello, i'm being nice?  so you should like, put it in your mouth now before i get too irritated.