Blackfoot Forest I have no disguise you can't see through.

There was a flicker of interest from the woman. Mesa read their apprehension as something coy instead, and when she asked after her own safety the hunter thought about it and then rolled one shoulder. You don't look like much of a threat, he admitted.

That said, Mesa had been around long enough to be taken advantage of, and to take advantage of others, so he knew to be cautious around every individual. It was logical behavior. He didn't know where this wolf came from — but she smelled like wilderness, not the typical layering of wolf-scent.

Did you want something? Life was transactional as far as he was concerned. Otherwise, why bother approaching anyone?