Redhawk Caldera fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way

She dipped her head in acknowledgement of the compliment, she, too, smiling faintly. "Well, let me give it a try, at least," she shot back in what might have been a joke for most wolves; for Maegi, it came out challenging, almost acidic in its intensity. Her tail moved behind her, a slow metronome, counting the beats of her heart. Her eyes locked with his.

"You would fit in well in Blackfeather Woods," she remarked, and regretted it immediately. She had meant to keep things under wraps; now he knew her name and that of her home, plus the rough location of it. And he had her scent as well. Stupid, stupid. "That is, if you're not just passing through on your way to something better," she added, trying to mitigate any damage done by her slip.