Haunted Wood come away to the water

She watched as his eyes narrowed, shrunk between his eyelids in a clearly suspicious expression, even as his ears rose. The accent. It was always that. She did not know where he came from, but it was a tried and true fact that most wolves were not familiar with every language and dialect under the sky. Even she could not claim such knowledge, but she knew more than most and flaunted that around as subtly and blatantly as she could. 

Aye, she nodded back. It's abit th' only way I get about anywhere. She grinned and demonstrating, ambling forward to cut the distance between them. 

Orson shook her head. Nae a body as a yet. That was disappointing, but there was wolf-scent here for certain, far more than this one dark stranger could claim to produce. How about ye? Anyone interestin' catch yer eye? She canted her head in a gesture that practically screamed her intentions. It was very forward of her to try and court upon first meeting, but being alone for such a long time made the extrovert desperate for any kind of attention.