Fox's Glade Dropping in from the highlands

Sorin continued to watch the female before him with a guarded expression. He had learned long ago not to trust anyone at face value, and she was no exception. Based on scent, she likely came from a pack. What pack it was though, he did not know, as it was none of those he had come across yet. Sorin figured they were somewhere else in the valley though, he knew most pack wolves rarely ventured far from their homelands.

"Hi" he said lowly to her offered greeting, his tone neither welcoming or dissuading. He read between the lines of her words, deciphering the loaded question behind her simple statement. However, he wasn't going to give information so readily. Not without gathering some of his own. "Where are your from, what pack do you hail from?" he asked her, his tone slightly warmer than before.