Nightshade

A voice. She turned around to find a stranger had been following her, and she did not cower like she might have at being caught off guard. Instead, she stared at him without fear. Her small body stood in a defiant stance almost daring him to try something, dual toned eyes staring him down. "Nothing in particular. Who the hell are you?" She questioned. She had met many wolves so far, but she hadn't met this man. He wasn't really that impressive looks wise. He was tall, maybe a little handsome for someone with an average looking pelt, but he didn't have the colors that most of her family had. He did have eyes that matched the colors of her own, though his weren't blended together like hers. "Got a thing for following others or something?"