Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

There was no trace of hostility to be found radiating from him. In fact, he seemed perhaps just as mystified as her. Assured enough to relax, she let her slim frame slide down onto the earth. Slender legs outstretched, her stomach pressed against the cool leaf litter. Shadows from the swaying tendrils of the willow tree twisting over her.

She studied him. He was a sharp looking wolf, with a pale body and a dark brown masked face with a scarred muzzle. "Whatever it is...I actually don't really mind it." She said with what could be described as a smile in her voice. She stretched her front legs out, as if to scoot her way closer. But she didn't move. 

What had brought her here? Her mismatched eyes lowered thoughtfully, but only for a split second. Finding the blue of his gaze, she replied "I dispersed from my pack recently. The one in the canyon." She wondered if he knew of it. Malila didn't seem bothered by what she had said. Quite the opposite. "What about you?"