Ravensblood Forest Mixed feelings [mature]

Her reaction reminded him of the boy from a day or so ago, anxiety-driven and filled with suspicion. Firefly's brow creased; he was concerned that there was such undeserved skepticism among the wolves he'd recently encountered. Having done nothing to warrant that level of caution, he had to wonder if there was something wrong with the wolves outside of the Sound. Perhaps the world was much harsher and he'd never noticed, considering Firefly spent most of his days on the beach. He'd use his rank to get out more, he decided.

The woman wanted a name and he responded with the first thing that came to mind: Argyle, which didn't make much sense since it wasn't really his name but, for some reason, felt familiar. He'd run with it — not like it was important to be truthful, she already seemed so nervous of him. I live on the mountains north of here, another lie, flowing easily. And he countered with his own questions, Are you alright? You look -- frightened.