The question of just where this King Tedric ruled was on the tip of his tongue when she provided the name of a place he'd never heard of. When you traveled with King Richard, you were privy to the best maps of the known world. He couldn't recall any kingdom known as 'Hawk Haven'. Robin's brow wrinkled curiously; unless this was Hawk Haven? What kind of place was this if a Lady was turning the spit of a roasting squirrel under a bridge when towers rose to the heavens all around them?
It would be the second introduction that shook him from his thoughts. The scuffing of his feet on the paved path silenced as he stopped. Living in the woods, he'd never seen a wolf that big. The only thing close was drawn from a childhood memory; the Earl of Winchester's massive dogs bred, oddly enough, to hunt wolves. But they were lankier than this beast and his perception of their size could have been influenced by having observed them while he was just a child himself.
Wary, Robin lifted his hands up a bit higher, to be sure their emptiness was noted - despite the stringed weapon on his back and the sheathed sword at his side. Much of his clothing was fashioned of rugged cloth; including the hooded, green tunic that some drew his nickname from. Leather was reserved for his boots, his belt and a length of cord whose wooden medallion was tucked beneath his shirt.
"I assure mean neither you nor your pet harm, Lady Kestrel. Your choice of food..." He motioned with his right hand towards the glow of the fire. "... led me to think perhaps it was my men who tended this fire."