Haunted Wood mama, just killed a man

the male makes himself known, with words she finds have no place here, no question for her to answer. but she is in no place to judge, and so merely lowers herself before the male, crouching as she shifts her weight. "join you." the words are thick on her tongue, and she doesn't so much speak as crudely shape breath into words. for a long while, she hadn't needed to. she scans him, gaze moving over him, noting his size, scent, power. he is a behemoth of a wolf, but then again, so is she.