Gyrfalcon's Keep surrender, but don't give yourself away

His gaze remained trained on the intriguing woman as she neared and like her, he sniffed the air to inspect her scent. She smelled of pack for sure, but he didn't think could tell which pack. I am Eastwood from Drageda, he answered once he had learned all he could from her scent. He stood again and chanced a few more steps towards the other wolf, a small smile tugging one side of his mouth. And what about you? he asked, taking a seat again. Do I get to know your name and pack? He wondered if she was from another pack on the coast or maybe more inland. There weren't many other packs that claimed a place by the sea from what he had been able to gather so far, which made him even more curious to find out where the striking woman came from.