Her eyes watched him, curious of the large man before her. Eyes took in the scars on his head, the scars on his face, and the ones on his chest. Yet he didn't look like he was that old, really. Most scarred wolves she would expect to be around her mothers age and older, but he didn't seem to be around that age, there didn't look to be any mark of old age on him. When his eyes looked back to her she was able to fully take in those red eyes of his. His reply to the question was vary unexpected and it was her natural instinct to tense up. After her run in with Daemon she was weary of larger males and with those words it put her on edge. Her eyes stared into his trying to read the meaning behind those words.
Then he lowered his body to the ground, minimizing his height as if making himself look less intimidating. It made her muscles relax, but mentally she was still alert and on edge. He looked back to her before asking for her name and she looked into his eyes again. This was strange, but vary curious at the same time. She wanted to know why he was here, why he was looking for her, so many questions buzzed within her mind. Did he know her family some how and that's why he was looking for her? She didn't see any malice or ill intent in those eyes.
"Derecho Wreckage and who are you?" she replied.
She didn't know if there was a reason he didn't introduce himself first or not. Something about this meeting so far seemed odd and she couldn't shake it, nor could she bury her curiosity.
