The Heartwood i'm not a complete wretch, i fetch

He sucked in a breath and with it, phlegm, which he swallowed, and that came with an aggressively wet sound. Poignant. The best introduction.

The creature he had thought was prey was very obviously not, as she spun and made her noises, and Drusk gave a huff with the intention to pull away from her periphery and leave her there; he had wasted plenty of time thinking this was something edible, only to find a wolf — but he was intrigued as well, given the tone of her voice and when he got a good look, he saw she was ... injured?

Ah, that was the tempo he heard and had been following.

Although he kept his distance, he reached his head up and emphatically smelled the air as if to show his curiosity; but he wasn't sure about approaching no matter how welcoming her tone.