Deepwood Weald are you still there inside my chest?

good idea - he's just outside their domain

Marruz halted, flicking an ear upward in thoughtful consideration. He was sure he had heard a wolf, and not necessarily a pleased one at that. He muttered a single, vehement curseword beneath his breath. The moment was over. The shoulder blades protuding just below his nape remained still now; he did not move a single inch. His eyes, however, swung deftly across the shrouded clearing. He knew it was futile to detect much more if a wolf was as clever as he to remain motionles, yet where were those eyes?

The voice had been close enough that he could not run. So his planted his paws and remained a statue, morphing into the land of the shadows. Only after a lull in the quiet, damp air, did he part his maw.

"I don't dare to do anything," he called, with a shiver of annoyance. His voice sobered, "That includes threatening your land."