Emberwood victory's contagious

sassy. The slowly limping form had taken a moment to offer the obvious fact with a somewhat sweet tone. Before he had the opportunity to reply she turned and began her slow walk through the looming woodlands. "Well, the jobs available if you're interested" he followed after though keeping a safe distance. "You look like you were on the ass-end of an ass-kicking, how'd you manage that?" Though his intentions were good, the niceties that were often required in introductions were still lost on him.

He stopped walking for a step, the though striking him before he'd even given her a chance to explain the limp. "Wait, how'd you know I'm not from around here?" What gave it away, scent, location, appearance, the lack of a pack? All obvious to any but him. It had to be something sinister, maybe she was stalking him. He followed again, this time a little further back. Caution, right?