The beast uncovered a scent that drew near, one that belonged to one of the Northern packs. His fur bristled again slightly, amber gaze turning towards the voice of the one who seemed to know his name. A low growl vibrated his vocals, who was she and how did she know him? The wench was heavily pregnant, was she a fool to face him at such a time? Not only was he already pissed off about his Northern home swarming with the softer kind, but the one who confronted him was from one of the packs that he started growing a mild hatred for. The term don't judge a book by it's cover was lost on him at the moment, this woman was smaller compared to him, he had nothing to fear.
"My name has never been associated with anything good." His growling did not cease, a retort of sorts brewing on his tongue at her latter words. "Who are you and how do you know my name?" He stood, taking a step towards her, his tail raised dominantly over his haunches as he waited for an answer.
