Twisted Slough hiding behind a pack of lies

"nor i. yew could say i'm lookin' fer a bit of reconnaissance." hungry bellies turned easily to steel. they hunted well enough for now, but sadey would not be the same, colt felt, and lonesome was sick.
and yet, he was unwilling to raid. briggs instead wanted to wheedle what he needed.
"don't keep headin' west, then," he grunted. there was no way to truly know if a pack was there. but colt knew enough to understand that congregations of wolves moved.
she wasn't looking to join, and so he did not invite her to where he'd spirited the gang. instead colt looked frankly at the woman, flicking tongue over his lips. "what are yew lookin' fer then, spitfire?"