The Bracken Woods there is nothing fragile about you

The Shewolf was bored. She had need picking her way through the Tangle of wood for almost a day now, frustrated and irritated with how it messed up her fur. She was, thankfully, finally rid of the damned place, slipping between two Willows and shaking the worst of the knots from her coat. Her eyes Settled on a male, Dull, Unimportant looking. But perhaps he would do as an escort? Or at the very least a toy for a while. 
she raised her head, curling her tail as indicated her status, each step towards the male a carefully indicated flaunt. 
"It's such a big place." She observed, Eyes scanning him, Reading him. That same cold, eerie, stare. "You don't smell like these lands. I assume you must be new here as well."