Who let the predators out?

Abilene paused for a moment. The man's short, dismissive response communicated clearly that he wasn't exactly interested in talking. She pondered continuing the interaction. On the one paw, it would be easy to head back on her path to effectively nowhere, to forget the ominous mystery of the ancient monoliths and the intimidating wolf before her, who seemed much more interested in sniffing scraps of metal than talking to her. On the other however, the idea of continued isolation wasn't exactly enjoyable.
He turned back briefly at her question, the second response only a little less disinterested than the last. Still, it gave Abby hope that maybe there could be conversation here, albiet painfully one-sided. Hopefully this wolf wouldn't be too much of a brick wall. "I'm Abilene, you?" she asked politely.