Mohowauuck eyed the man with scrutiny. When the vines shriveled away from his touch, she both felt and heard their cries. Lady Mo looked around as the forest came to life in her head, the spirits were shouting about this wolf man's presence. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back to him, clicking her tongue. "You should hear the words the forest uses to describe you. Exile, death-bringer... abomination..." she lifted a brow at the last one, as if challenging him to defend himself. She too had been called an abomination, perhaps they had more in common than they realized - the living who brings death, and the dead who fosters life.

"Why are you on this land... [i]my[/i] land?" the tone of her voice indicated that he might want to choose his next few words very carefully, dropping the right name just might be the only thing to save his hide.