Sun Mote Copse dead as dead can be

He was close.  Fortunately, she was expecting an answer, so did not flinch.  If his howl had sounded bad, his voice confirmed it.  The smell, the tone... whatever the fuck this guy had been through, he was obviously a mess.  Fennec let out a breath in a huff when he asked where he was.  He was kidding, right?

You don't know?  It was just... too tempting.  She hadn't played with someone in a long while, and while she knew she might catch hell for it, it was against her nature not to test that edge.  You're in the Witch's glen.  Might want to make yourself scarce, before she makes you her prisoner too.  She'd especially want you, you already smell like you'd fit right in.

Her voice was deadpan as ever, but she felt a little wistful as she delivered the lie.  Wraen would have probably liked that one.  It was too bad she wasn't around anymore.