come a little closer

He didn't understand. As a female, she had to be extra careful. He was big, bulky, and had something between his legs that set him apart from ladies. That something could be used to harm. Wren also was surprised, but not because of his reply. If he didn't get why a lone wolf was hesitant to go to a pack, hell, any place with strangers... Maybe he had been born into the pack. Who knew. But she had indirectly and probably insulted him. He went to work on the meat.

After a brief hesitation, Wren inched closer. If allowed, she pressed her olive nose to his cheek in a gentle bump before backing off. "No offense was taken" she replied to him as upfront as possible "me and packs don't really get along" Which was probably the most honest thing she could say without getting into a whole fucking story about shit "besides!" she huffed, sitting down and waiting.

"Do you make a habit of inviting strangers into your fold? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, a wee bit cautious?" She hadn't meant anything by it, but she was curious all the same. Maybe his pack was full of big bulky wolves. Maybe they didn't have anything to worry about.

"Speech"