Fox's Glade and I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders

Her head twisted upward to find in her sights a dark-furred man, the dull winter's light revealing his eyes to be an oddly striking blue. For a moment, her ears pricked warily, before realizing that he must be here for the same reason she was. "there's nothing left," she offered, moving to rise as she surveyed the stranger. A brief test of the air revealed pack scent, along with the particular strong scent of another, stranger to her too. Surely a pack wolf was not here to pick at carrion as she was, which led quickly to the question - what did he want. This she did not voice, instead, she regarded him silently, mirroring his own caution.