Follow the leader

Eyes narrowed minutely as the brute took notice of her, his words laced with threats. He moved closer and closer, until he was to close. Lips threatened to twitch in a faint snarl, but she held it back. "Sevan, you?" What was the harm in giving him her name? The chances of them ever seeing each other again where slim and none.

Two toned pools watched the brute carefully, he stood directly in front of her, his crown tipped to the side. As with any wolf she met, she sized him up. They stood at the same height, but he was heavier, which would only slow him down. Her father had taught her a valuable lesson once, never go for the obvious. Subtly, her weight would shift to her hind legs. This one screamed danger.