We are made from broken parts

She didn't miss how his eyes proved over her pelt and she shifted uncomfortably with the feeling that he was gawking at the alien woman that sat before him. She also didn't miss how quickly he looked away when he saw her leg. Did it look too horrid to him? Was she disgusting? Or perhaps he thought if he stared she would curse him. If she could curse those around that did think it was a curse though she would in a heartbeat. They had caused her so much pain over her life that she just wanted them all to know how it felt.

Her ears pinned as she watched this giant of a man move. Of course all were usually giants compared to her. Even Aten might dwarf her one day.

The man's words of not bothering Aten were in her opinion, empty promises. Normal wolves just couldn't really be trusted. But she gave a stiff nod anyway. And to his introduction she gave her own. "Desdemona and my child is Aten." she was quiet still and she looked away from him then, to the floor next to her, turning her head to make it easier. She was uncomfortable with not knowing what he saw her leg as, and even with not knowing him enough to know what was truth and what was a lie. She tried not to show it but was certain it must show on her somehow.