Phoenix Maplewood lady of apples

Kaertok's eyes narrowed at the approaching wolf. Something about the way she spoke and moved made him uneasy. It ruffled his feathers, to say the least, and he took on a more prickly attitude. That wasn't too difficult for the Tartok wolf, who had never been overly friendly or sentimental. He was the practical type, although he certainly wasn't mean in most cases.

I'm looking for my friend. Her name is Raleska. Straight to the point, no need for introductions or any small talk. Something told him he didn't want to try and recruit this one. He could physically feel the personality clash between them.