Phoenix Maplewood momentos

The woods. He answers the talkative creature with a blunt answer, a raised brow. The sweep of his gaze to the ruddy trees and thick-set maple trees that must have been many generations old. It was pretty obvious where they were according to Tulimaq.
She wanted to know where he was going. What did it serve the warrior, telling her that? He did not know her. She smelled of the wood, and of the wind, or perhaps the vegetal notes of a meadow -- not a pack. They were useless to him.