Broken Antler Fen Couldn't look you in the eye

At least the other wolf was friendly. It was a lot better than she deserved, a lone woman on the road in a place she didn't know about. The den-hunting female welcomed her and was warm toward the stranger... it was almost strange, because Wrenly knew she was skeptical at first. Always. It's how she got to survive this long. Questioning everything and every one.

"Wren" she gave the other, raising a brow with an amused expression. Similiar names, too. What were the odds? "are you den-hunting for a reason?" Some females, Wrenly knew, liked to settle when pregnant. They dug their own dens mostly but would find old ones to rest in too. But Wraen wasn't pregnant. "like, is this a good spot to settle?" she added, glancing around them.

"I'm new to this place, that's all. Don't know much about it."