Misha's eyes lifted up as she watched an orange and black wolf. His spots mesmerized her; for she had never seen something so captivating. "I like your pelt," Misha said in a quiet tone- noticing his submissive position. 'I'm not going to hurt him,' she instantly thought to herself as her eyes fell upon his crippled leg. She stood infront of him and lowered her ears against her head and crouched against the ground, showing him that she was being submissive. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you," Misha said in a soft whisper.
