Neverwinter Forest my aunt used to live in Paris

Markus lay nearby when the dark female returned to her home. He was not within sight, scent or hearing distance but he was close enough for the howl of homeland to cause him to jerk his head upward with a little start. His hackles rose a bit, uncomfortable at how startled he'd been and how close the call was. He got to his feet quickly and easily. He was newer to the land and previously very well fed. So far, he suffered a bit less from the food shortage. That wouldnt last forever. 

He came upon the - to him - newcomer quickly, stepping quietly from the woods and fixing her with a softly cautious amber stare. He didnt know her and she was beyond the borders but...she was clearly comfortable. She didnt smell of Neverwinter, either- not really. The whole situation was weird. 

"Hi." Markus said, giving a quick glance around. "Should I know you?" He wasnt idiot. She had to have some history here. That or she had the brassiest balls he'd ever encountered.