Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

Girlfriend.

The dark wolf twitched an ear at that but otherwise had no reaction. He didn't care. He only asked what she was running from because it was in his interest to know if there could be trouble for his pack — for him — following on her heels. But some lover's quarrel and a disapproving mother was of no concern to him.

"There's other girls out there." He shrugged, refraining from commenting on any of his other thoughts. He was keen to get back home. "My pack claims the creek further south." Jagwyr stooped to collect his hare. He took one last look at her, grunted (was that a farewell?) and then turned away, heading south. Whether his statement was an invitation to her or a warning was up to her interpretation.