The blue roan made Heath think, but not clearly enough to wonder what he would say to one in his own lands with a rope around her neck. Still, he was able to know that he had met this one before. ”Heath.” he said with spite in his voice, she had every right to question him, but to think he had been sent by another? Heath could only blame the mare that he stood in front of, because there was no other factor bringing him to these packlands. The male spoke only his name in introduction, leaving his pack name off his title. The male wasn’t used to saying it, being a loner so long had gotten him used to his new “name”.
He remembered, the day outside the library. The midnight fey with her sword and her books. He had thought her cute for carrying the blade around, and now he looked for it as her waist. The horse’s call distracted him, but the mare only answered him with a hard stare. Refusing to leave her coy-wolf in his moment of need. Heath did not find her so heroic, nor did he push her nose aside. “No one sent me,” The male said, with a sort of surprise. He had no intent here, so there had been no one to send him. “Ember.” Finishing with her name, for he was sure that she knew him now and did not want her to think she had the upper hand.