Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

Undeterred, the hooded wolfess carried on toward him. Dacio's gaze narrowed and he huffed a breath through flared nostrils as he studied her, finding something off with her but unable to quite place it. It was with his next inhale that he could better test the aroma she carried which, fortunately for her, clearly did not compare to that of the dreaded Blackhead.

Dark tail lowered a little, tension seeping from his muscles. The stranger drew nearer and he took note of the finer details: warm-toned pelage, cyan eyes, and that scent. He had smelt it before on Hydra's mountain, recalled the curiosity and frustration that often followed when he failed to locate the source. It wafted his way as she halted before him and the boy's dark ears pricked forward with intrigue.

"Sha," he answered simply, shifting his weight to dare to venture closer to where she'd paused. His stride was tentative, careful as he reached out with his speckled snout, keen to drink deep more of that enticing perfume that seemed to radiate from her.