with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

As she turned about the area, he watched her curiously, wondering just what she was doing. Getting her bearings, if he had to guess, and was never fully able to when she unleashed a series of questions… and the answer he was hoping for. No pack to call home. He offered her a smile all the same though, at first opening his mouth for a moment as though he were about to answer her questions. But instead he closed it momentarily.

“Well, we're in a forest,” he started with, stating the obvious. “Can't say I remember the name of it. And I am a local, but I don't venture as much as I used to. There's no packs this close to here that I'm aware of, but I guess the closest two would be the Plateau across the river to the east here,” he gestured here, “and somewhere roughly in the direction behind me is the Spine.” Beyond that, he didn't know where anything really rested. In all actuality, he had never gotten close enough to the shore to see where Verrine lived, but he knew better than to call on the ire of an unfamiliar pack.