Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She certainly could tell he thought highly of himself. His posture was confident, and instead of remaining where he was, he took a few steps towards her. But she thought highly of herself too, and she was also confident she could take care of herself, so she remained where she was even as he drew closer, portraying her own self-assurance. She met his gaze, not missing the devilish glint there, which she thought was odd given the tension between them currently. But maybe he just didn't take things as seriously as she did. Maybe he never had to. 

He repeated her name, offering his own in return. Simmik stiffened some as he veered to the right, and she shifted to her left a little so that she still faced him. My pack is close by, she answered first so as to explain her next statement. I was exploring the area around our forest. She paused a second and then added: You mark this forest like it belongs to you, yet you don't smell of pack. She frowned. Why is that? There was no way one wolf could secure an entire forest, no matter how skilled they were; he was sure to invite trouble this way.