Frozen

Once the wolf stood before her, the femme could tell that he had definitely been in quite a few fights. However, despite the scars that surrounded his form, he seemed rather sincere in his words that he wouldn't harm her. She calmed down a little more as her two-colored orbs focused heavily upon his. She hoped that her instinct was true, that the pup could possibly trust the stranger that stood in front of her exit route. After all, Altair wasn't sure if she was trespassing on his home turf, and with the faint scent of a pack lingering upon him, it would seem the brute was a part of one; least from what she could tell.

"Sorry if I trespassed on your home. I'm alone and...I just needed a place to rest." Her voice was gentle and calm, but, she soon sat upon her haunches but kept all of her attention on the alabaster wolf. "I'm...rather new to this world and, well, haven't been taught a lot. Do you know what this...thing... is called?" Altair was always a curious one, wanting to learn and see new things, even if she got herself caught in a situation she shouldn't be in. But, the place she resided definitely told a story, but, if only she knew it, especially since the word 'ship' wasn't really a part of her vocabulary and knowledge.