Cricket Creek Bog A liar and a cheat, but I could be so much worse

Fennec snickered quietly when he brought up manners.  He had a nice voice, and she immediately knew that she didn't have to worry about attack.  Making herself known to strangers was always a gamble when she couldn't tell from appearance what a wolf's intentions were.  Everything she gleaned was from pace and carriage.

Pretty words, I'm guessing you have a face to match.  She replied.  She wanted to put him off kilter, play games and see what he'd reply with.  She hoped she was right and he was the type to reject a compliment. It was more fun when they squirmed.

I'm looking for willow trees.  Have you spotted any?  She could keep looking, but it was possible that this stranger could save her some time.