Blackfeather Woods. He would remember it. I had noticed. I may not have stopped if not,
he interjected curtly and she then asked him to move. Although, he had specifically stayed beyond the marks for this reason alone. With an arching brow, he leaned his weight into his hind legs and stepped back one pace. She had tensed and he fought the urge to roll his eyes; nothing about him indicated threat, or so he believed, and nor did he intend to make trouble. Was she paranoid enough to believe him breathing the air near her woods was a risk to them?
She went on to inform him of the reality of lone wolves in winter. He was beginning to suspect she may take him for being dens. While he knew loners struggled in times like these, the same could potentially be said for small packs if circumstances did not prove favorable for them. Of that I am aware, which is why I'm looking into the packs around here, to find out if any interest me..
Hers was the first so far, and while it had been overly hopeful to suspect it may be a good place to stop, he was uncertain still.