Melted Away

Bass' narrowed yellowed eyes stayed on her form, and he quickly saw the confusion that crossed her face. Did she not realize the scent markers when she passed them? As much as he wanted to trust that she had no idea what she was doing, he was still wary of the blue tinted woman. He did not back down from his offensive stance, his hackles and tail still raised when she said that she had no idea. It was hard to believe that she didn't smell the pack all around her, but Bass was not deaf to the accent on her words. So, she wasn't from around here? He let out a sigh, lowering his tail. Her next question only further proved her innocence, but he was still on guard. "A pack is a group of wolves led by one or two other wolves. We have our own set of rules and ranks, as well as territories that we guard. One of such, you are currently standing in," his voice was still closed off, but it was without the growl of his first statement. He could see that she was on edge and ready to flee, but he knew that looks could be very deceiving.

Not comfortable enough to take a seat, the pale man continued to stand as he looked down at the strange woman. His features relaxed a touch, but he didn't let himself fully grow comfortable around a trespasser. He had been fooled in the past, and he was getting too old to have the wool pulled over his eyes. "What is your name, Miss? And why have you come here?" Was she searching for something, or someone? Whatever it was, he doubted that she would find it here.

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