Snowforest Taiga we can't get higher than we get on the long way down

His attention is snatched away from this thoughts when someone approaches him — someone who looks uncomfortably similar to him, even a little smaller and weirder looking. She doesn't smell like a wolf, but since she looks like him, he assumes she must be one. Not that it matters much. His mood is already sour even before the ugly little woman opens her mouth, and her words do nothing to help that. Is she... flirting with him? He can't imagine she genuinely wants his hair. It's a really weird thing to say, though. Uh. What? His voice is flat, gaze cold and expectant on her.