Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She hadn't realized she could dislike these humans any more than she already did, but his description of their fighting techniques made her especially glad she had never met one. That's a shame, she mused, his ominous tone not having much of the intended effect on her, mostly because she felt pretty certain that she wouldn't ever actually meet a human. But her pensive expression quickly shifted into something softer. I'm sorry about your pack. His experience was more than just some cautionary tale about monsters from someone's nightmare, and she didn't want him to think she was insensitive to his loss. 

She offered a shrug of her slender shoulders. I imagine anyone with conviction could build a following, she pointed out. And then because she was curious and also because she was trying to get more info on this intriguing man and his forest, she asked: Have you met anyone promising yet? It seemed like it was just him here, but she didn't know how many he had already talked to