Phoenix Maplewood when time falls like the sun

Desdemona seemed more at ease now that he posed no threat; even though he could understand that the balance of trust was only a very thin line. Literally a border line at that. He sighed softly, feeling relieved that a bit of tension had flown out of the window; had she been agressive towards him, he had no other option than to defend himself. And the lanky yearling was careful to pick his battles, he fought only when he needed to. "It must be hard work and dedication to protect such a large territory with only a few wolves." Epic had no idea that she was, at the moment, probably on her own. A rogue pack wolf, sort of.

To strengthen his words -- that he meant no harm -- he took a step backwards and turned around, back to a safe zone in the neutral grounds. Carefully his eyes scanned the area, trying to see if there were small prey scurrying about. As a local, she probably had a good idea as for opportunities and chances. Turning his focus back to her, Epic said. "You're from around here, right? What and where are our best opportunity for a hunt?"