Lost Souls
She makes no sudden movements as the large brute trots toward her, but her body language shifts slightly. The thick fur along her nape instinctively raises, and her tail lifts to level out with her hips. She isn't sure if he is coming over to say hello or attack her, which puts her on edge. She enjoys fighting under the right circumstances, but she didn't feel like doing it today, especially not with this dude. When he stops a polite distance away she somewhat relaxes. Her gaze is unwavering as she seeks to meet his similar stare. He greets her nicely, which obliges her to respond. "Hello," She says impassively as she sniffs in his direction. He doesn't smell like any of the packs she's familiar with. Maybe he's a rogue then? It seemed like he was hunting that doe by himself, and pack wolves usually did that together. She wouldn't be too surprised if he was a loner.
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