Felltree Marsh Unjaded

She replied with a dry sort of humor, though the civility of the matter was lost on Warbone. They were inherently different wolves. She thought him crazy and he thought her too tame, too reliant on the introspective rather than physicality and pure chemistry. He watched her go, knowing that if that had met on different terms, under different circumstances, he would have likely courted the bull-headed woman. She disappeared without making sure he had gone first, which he found ironically amusing but did not try to think of an advantage to it.

After staring for a while, Warbone turned and disappeared into the marsh.