Bramblepoint Black Hat, here to make your most wicked thoughts come to life!

He stopped in his tracks, and his ears flicked backwards towards the foreign voice that was far too close for comfort. Black Hat whirled around with a fuming expression to face the stranger but was taken aback by the sheer size of the man — he had to be at least twice his own size. As a result, any indication of anger on his face was there for but a flash, and the initial shock that followed was swiftly replaced with a cool, though closed off expression. Pissing off a wolf of such a size was a foolish affair, especially in his current state.

Yes, well, we're only here to find a few herbs. I've no interest in staying in this place long, He replied evenly. What are you here for? He then returned, wondering why else anyone would come to such an irritating place. But as soon as the words left his lips, there was a shift in the wind, and he recognized a hauntingly familiar pack-scent. He blinked, heart sinking in his chest. Oh, fuck, He cursed inwardly, jaw locking as he struggled to keep the rush of panic from peeking past his mask. Had that wench sent this behemoth after him from her pack?

If so, Black Hat found it safe to say he was utterly fucked.