these battle scars don't look like they're fading

The quiet of her pondering and the lake was interrupted all too soon. The sound of paws meeting water had her tensing and ready to try to remain silent. Maybe if she did so he may loose all interest and move on. She could tell it was a male from his scent and a pack wolf but nothing more really. Her tattered and almost nonexistent ears pressed back into her skull, almost disappearing all together. Her remains of her tail pressed tight to her bum, submissive already and trying her hardest to keep anything from happening she didn't want to happen. Her rump unceremoniously met the ground as she hid her last rear foot the best she could under her.

She might not of known this stranger but already walls were up and she did everything to seem even smaller than she was at a mere seventeen inches. Her head dropped lower than her shoulders. And as he stopped muscles that still wanted to work but had nothing to protect scrunched up her forehead. There were no eyelids to close nor eyes to know how he approached her. She couldn't tell if he was hostile. His voice came then. More of a gruff and unfriendly sound to her than anything else. She was quick to lean as far away as possible, her face turning, expecting the worst from him.

Nothing came in those few moments though. She still sat with her body like that though, her heart beating hard and fast. She was afraid, so afraid. But even so her voice came, meek and quiet like a whisper. "Y-yes?" she had no confidence and knew it showed. She was a punching bag for everyone she had ever met. Only two souls had ever seen her relax a little and trust. Though now even those two weren't trusted. They'd broken her after promising her they'd never lay paw on her like the others. This man would probably be much the same.