Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Her keen gaze watched the smile form on his face, noting that it didn't seem to match the indifference of the words that followed it. But she didn't say anything else on the subject; she never wanted to dwell much on her painful past either. She only offered a slight dip of her, her signal to respect his wishes. 

She couldn't help but rake her gaze over his massive form as he stood again. The way the sun illuminated the edges of his fur only made his unique coat look more stunning. When she realized she was no longer looking at his face, she quickly snapped her gaze back. A small smile curved her lips as he spoke again. I don't think I do, she answered. The only wolves I know well are my packmates and you can't have them. She offered another playful raise of her eyebrow with her last words. But if I come across anyone, I'll send them your way. Obviously, she'd recruit for her own pack first, but if she happened to meet anyone that might be better suited for Donovan's pack, then she would do as she promised. 

His offer to spar piqued her interest once more, and it showed in the fiery gleam in her eyes. She stood too, and shook out her thick coat. I would love to spar, she assured him. She was training to be a warrior for her pack and could use all the experience she could get. Her piercing gaze followed every shift of his body, her brain recalling everything she had learned so far as she prepared to spar.