I love a rainy night

It almost felt as if he was hyper aware of her presence, even as they waited in perfect silence he was aware he wasn't alone which was enough for her presence to feel heavy; Torin wasn't sure he had always felt this way with strangers or if it was only now due to his wariness. Would he have felt so much like a live wire if she had been a male instead? Maybe he was simply becoming too sensitive. Then again he'd never been too keen on strangers anyways.

She spoke again and Torin pondered for a moment how much to say, that he was from Lirim was an obvious answer, if she had missed his pack scent then it'd be obvious enough if she took even a few more steps forwards. "Not here exactly," he spoke, his voice still soft; not really wanting to break the peace of the night air, "I belong to a pack to the west of here called Lirim." He paused for a moment, finally giving her one more glance over his shoulder. "What about you?" The man couldn't suss out any pack scent from her own fur, in fact she seemed to lack many scents of any other wolves on her pelt at all. Maybe she was a wanderer new to these lands then? Torin couldn't even begin to imagine, he had been born here after all; and frankly he expected to die without ever setting paw off continent.