Phantom Hollow why lure us, radiant darkness?

It was nothing his nose found that warranted a good look. The chuff drew his attention, maybe a little sharper than before now that he was no longer alone--it was a earthy-hued, young she-wolf, with hard to miss eyes on her. Jarilo lifted his own head back to her question she posed right from the start. Ah, so she was wasting no time then.

He knew the southern reaches of the Wilds had fared better than most given the lean times of late, but it was of no surprise that they all still roved in search. Moonspear had been lucky, he knew, but that didn't stop them from further securing their comfort like this too. Yeah, he answered as he gave a half-pivot towards the lean Nightwalker, handling her like any stranger too despite their packs' alliance. Not a wolf on the front lines usually himself, he did not know for himself how they could be, but he was fine enough to find out. For anything worth it, anyway. Are you? he asked back before he could gauge anything else, for example--who even was she?