Honeyed Pasture like you've never felt the ground before

Renard nodded. They might not have been the most upstanding wolf, as far as things went, but the warning was half…what…out of the goodness of their heart. The other half was more irritation. Of course, they would be a hypocrite to critique fighting dirty, but the purpose of a spar was not ripping throats out.

“That may be the case.” They weren’t exactly invested in being right about this; the extent of what they’ve learned about these wilds isn’t a lot, and they wouldn’t bother to claim it was. “You would know better than me. I haven’t picked up anything since.” They shrugged, smiling faintly. “Just the extent of what I know.”

“You say you know of nobody else in the mountains,” Renard continued. “Anyone around here?” They gestured vaguely with their muzzle to the fields around them. Well, that was the original aim of their questioning anyways.