Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

She smiled, a soft chuckle exhaling from her lips.
Men, more territorial than ever and more than ready to get any female they come across into their good books.
He was blatant in the fact he didn't take much care of where he was. Did he have a past with poppies? He seemed like the type.
"Then I'm guessing it wasn't much a place of beauty?" She knew where she came from. All her pack did, and they'd be damned if they forgot it. She watched him for a moment, wondering what shadows or lights wold pass through his eyes as she asked about his belonging. Though, she supposed if he didn't care, he didn't belong. 

"Though I'm glad for your enthusiasm to be here." God she was sounding like some elder warning a pup not to be a little shit. 
"What's on your ear anyway, I knew a wolf called Black Hat who wore some thorns on his head, fuckin weirdo, but that thing is unnatural I'd say."

She stopped, choosing to look at him for his answer properly. Then if she got a satisfying answer she'd look at the tracks she'd just spotted. Possibly a boar.