Blackfoot Forest conflict of interests

The wolf neared further, and Roadkill didn't like one bit where this was going. What little hairs she had on her back rised instinctively and she bared her teeth through floppy cheeks, narrowing her eyes. She didn't take an agressive move just yet, but stayed on edge, making it clear that the wolf shouldn't think he could get any closer than he was now without consequences.

"Skippin' pleasantries then, eh?" Roadkill muttered; no names were offered nor asked, only a simple 'where did you come from'. "Last stop b'fore hell, mate." But somehow, she'd got away from there, and was thrown into this whole other hellish world with all these damn wolves thinking they were all that, and not an Owner in the world. Not that she was cocky enough to think any Owners'd still want scruffy ole' Roadkill.