Neverwinter Forest the razor's edge

He smelled her before he saw her - a distinctly stronger scent among the vague, but strong, reek of the pack border. He slowed as she approached, expecting hostility. Grimsley was already deciding how to handle the situation diplomatically when she greeted him with friendliness. Grimsley was surprised but it was not unwelcome. He hadn't really been trespassing, true, but he wasn’t sure how well he would have tolerated someone so close to his own borders.

"Morning." he said, his body language carefully neutral but not submissive - never submissive. "I would prefer not to be if it could be avoided. I am eager to make my way to higher elevation and traveling only by night would slow my progress." He explained in a rumbling voice. "I won’t be pushing on your borders for long."