Emberwood and now every insufferable convo

He wasn't very well hidden in the forest, but due to his golden coat he was somewhat lost among the leaves; because of this, the stranger managed to nearly run right in to him. Her voice boomed around him and he scurried back a step and a half, stopping only when he felt his rump brush against a nearby tree. At this point she was already apologizing and rambling about some pack — and he felt himself already closing off to the conversation.

Around here? No -- well, yes, uh, sort of. Here. This forest. His response was clipped by anxiety but after he word-vomited at her for a moment, Sweet paused to gather his thoughts and try to be more precise. Sorry, I mean I live here in this forest right now. This valley is full of packs, its uh, kind of overwhelming. That was a little bit of an over-share, he thought. She didn't care about other packs, or the fact that a lone wolf would have trouble travelling between them safely. God, she was probably going to try to recruit him! Sweet didn't want to make her angry, whoever she was, but he had his mind already set on saying no.