Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

There was something confident about her that he liked. She was modest, or so it seemed- and ignorant of others having their eyes on her. He thought her the handsomest wolf in the world presently, of course, and figured that perhaps others had noticed- but simply hadn't told her. Maybe they'd been intimidated- though he didn't find her too intimidating toward him, but when she spoke the word heda it was with pride. Her laughter made his soul soften and warm like honey. "Is that a leader?" He asked. He suspected it might be, just in a different language. 

But she'd answer his question a moment later- so he'd nod. Something inside him clenched, thinking that perhaps he'd just done something to either forge, or destroy potential ties between the Glen wolves and whatever the pack was called that Praimfaya was from...But she didn't seem to be holding any grudges toward him yet. He opened his lips t ask where- and she spoke the name of a pack he'd never heard before. "Oh," He said thoughtfully. He had to remind himself that he was in a completely different valley now, having wandered too far along the ocean's shore before turning inland at the mountains. So it was no wonder he'd never heard of Rivenwood; it didn't seem like it was in the neighbourhood of the three or four packs that were all allied with his own. 

"Oh, please- help yourself!" He said, as she went for the fawn. She's basically just blown his mind, so giving her a meal in gratitude was the least he could do. He wanted to let her eat in peace but...He wasn't good at controlling himself. "C'n I...Ask you somethin'?"