Blackfoot Forest Wishing I could go back

Grezig was not expecting to see another wolf here, for she had inadvertently begun to think of this gods-forsaken forest as her home, even if she hated all the foxes that inhabited it. Also, the smell of fox had hooded the woman’s scent. Her fur stood on end for a moment as she finally saw the woman, but she immediately settled down again. She was eating nothing and there was really nothing to fight over. There were more than enough foxes to go around if that’s what the other wolf was doing here. Then she was asked a question. 

Grezig looked at the other female like she was stupid. Her expression said: Of course I heard the scream. What am I, deaf? Aloud, she said, “It was a fox.” Then she simply stared at the woman, waiting for some kind of response. Out here in no man’s land, she was not so forthcoming with information about herself, did not introduce herself first, did not feel the need to tell anyone about herself. She was a loner passing through. Why would anyone want to know more than that?