Blake wasn't rude but he had bad social habits to say the least. He stared at her before shaking his head, "Did you feel that wolf was going to eat you any time soon?" tilting his head he looked her over carefully, "Deer are nice to see but their numbers are fluctuating. I'm thinking out of season hunters but who knows..."<br/><br/>He glanced at his collapsed trap, "I try to move them around as much as possible. Keep them in the same place and the wolves will figure out how to avoid getting caught," Running a hand through his hair he glanced towards where he had seen the wolf vanish, "He didn't take the meat."<br/><br/>It was odd he noted as he moved to check it out. The red meat was already being attacked by ants so he didn't worry about retrieving it.  He merely noted it by taking a photo of the wolf's paw prints that showed he just rain past it. The meat he had eaten wasn't enough to fill his belly he knew that. Tilting his head again he frowned before standing and moving towards his gear, "You don't need to worry about them attacking really. They normally are curious of people but avoid us as we are the more violent ones normally."