Emberwood You just want somebody you can chill and get some drinks with

Ramsay's ears snatched back when a loud voice broke the forest's silence. He was quick to rise from his stoop and even quicker to spin in place and fix the new arrival with an impassive, vaguely accusing stare. For a wolf as disfigured as Ramsay, he hadn't gotten nearly as many comments on his appearance was one might expect; he was far from used to it. His true feelings on the matter remained masked, as they always were, behind a facade of neutrality, but the crinkle in his muzzle could as easily be taken for offense. He slung one paw over the half eaten hare and stared down the barrel of his muzzle at Grezig.

And after several beats of just that, he issued a low warning growl from his throat that bid her to leave him be. The dwarf wasn't prepared to shrug off her judgments and move along himself; her exclamation had ruined his good day.