~Ash let her gaze rise to his graying muzzle, but not daring to directly meet his eyes. "Not exactly," she replied cooly, her tail waving slowly as she realized this wolf didn't intend to kill her. "I have a territory of my own just up in the woods at the edge of this field." She gestured to the incline with her tail and pricked her ears forward. "I haven't seen either of you around here before..."
She trailed off, contemplating how much this statement was true. For some reason, the male's scent had struck her as terribly familiar.~
"Well, this here is my spread. I don't have to worry much about lean times when I learned to tend the land like humans do it. Plus, there is bacon. Haven't met anyone who don't like it. Rest of the pack is either dead or scattered, thanks to the vespin raids," he looked back on the farm. "I might have enough to feed you tonight if you are just passing through. I jus' gotta clean up the field first." Greymane cocked his head, awaiting an answer.
~Ash tilted her head with realization. "So you are Ulvens." Her ears swiveled with satisfaction of her suspicion being proved correct. "As am I." Her tail automatically smacked a nettling fly away from her flank. "And as for your offer, I see you're already feeding another mouth. However generous that was, I wouldn't wish to intrude."~