Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She wasn't a small wolf, even now while she was still building muscle and growing into her adult form, but it was clear even from this distance that he was much larger than she was. He cursed, making her face scrunch curiously, but she remained where she was. 

Her chuff was met with the flick of an ear, and then he turned, the sun's rays gleaming off his unique coat as it set behind him. There was no denying he was handsome, but she hardly put much merit in such things without some kind of connection, especially so soon after Matty's death. 

Besides, the way he smiled and then called her darling like he had the right call her by anything other than her name rubbed her the wrong way. She regarded him with her usual suspicion, gaze shrewd as she took him in fully. Simmik, she finally offered with a curt nod. She stayed where she was, preferring to keep a good distance between them for now. And you are? She wondered if he had a pack around here or something? He was marking the place like he did, but his scent suggested otherwise.