Twisted Slough hiding behind a pack of lies

"i ain't looking t'play grab ass neither," colt scoffed, completing the last distance between them. a raucous chuckle broke from his throat but he did not come closer. "reckon agin yer not able to see my ugly mug. better way to make friends."
colt sniffed the air. "there's pack hearabouts. yew know of em?" not small talk. information gathering. he liked her fire but was unwilling to be scorched, not when he'd just gotten the gang here and avoided any scrapes.