I can fell a wolf just as easily as an elk. [And skin it, take its pelt and convert it to a leather jerkin. But he was no real threat, not in the same way a beast might. A part of her wonders if he's a shifter, a werewolf, given how he assumed the title of "wolf", but he didn't have the same sort of presence of the others she had known. All that was similar was that he had dark features and piercing eyes belonging to a warrior, a man who had known and spilled blood.

She sheathed her arrow, not seeing a reason to keep her bow drawn. There were a few rabbits tied to her belt, hanging by their feet. She had a small bag as well, filled with plants that she recognized and gathered for her use. This was at least a bountiful forest full of resources for those used to surviving in the wild.] You were brought here too? Everyone else seems to be at ease, but the new arrivals always seem to find their way to the woods.

[His cloak was no different from her own, brown and white fur lining the pelt around her shoulders.]

Parlay? [Since he kept his hand at his sword, she'd at least ask for an easy truce.]