The Heartwood I'm gonna run this nothing town

Not related then. Her wheels turn faster, and she stills a bit, a pause in her flirting and flouncing. 
He inquires about her purpose and that's when she notices it- the hollow, hungry look in his eye. 
The metallic scent that comes off his pelt. 
An eyebrow quirks at the realization- he is Bloodbourne. Perhaps not directly of her pack, but the thirst is there, all the same. 
"I meant no disrespect. I was hunting, both for prey, and for other wolves. Not that much here suits my...appatite..." Good grief Nem, drop those hints any harder and your words would be lead weights. 
"I have a pack nearby I'm trying to build members for. And you, dear, are easy on the eyes. As well as a pure wolf, and I suspect we may have a thing or two else in common." 
She had never addressed another member of her kind before, outside of her pack where it was known of their peculiar urges.