Emberwood I put the pedal to the floor

The stranger was wary, immediately defensive. The mien of a guardian, he thought; he was reminded of Desdemona, who had had the same, steely gaze. He bobbed his head in a greeting and flicked his ears forward, licking his chops to show there was no tension in his jaw. He stopped when he figured he was close enough to speak without crowding her space. Some wolves needed that space. 

"Hey there," He called out. I'm Bronco. This is, uh, well," He said, with a guilty shrug. "It's not strictly claimed yet, but this forest here is where me and my family call home. I'm just out, y'know, doin' a border patrol here. You, uh...Just passin' by? Or lookin' for somewhere to live?" Maybe too much information, but at least he wasn't beating around the bush.