Toil and Trouble, Boil and Bubble

He had been watching this stranger for a few minutes now, his scent having been masked by his downwind position. He was very interested in what she was doing, he had never seen a wolf gather herbs and smash them into a pulp with a smooth stone. What could she possibly be doing? So badly he wanted to approach her, but he was afraid. What if she was mean, or worse, what if she wasn't alone? He didn't want to walk straight into an ambush, but his curiosity was getting the best of him. Maybe if he just said hello...

His mind was made up. He would do his best to drown out his anxieties, and he would puff out his chest to make him appear larger. Standing up completely straight, he would waltz out into the open, and hopefully, step into her vision. Immediately his eyes are drawn toward her acidic green orbs, and he is momentarily mesmerized by her beauty, Hopefully she was as nice as she looked. "Hi." He says aloud, his mismatched gaze aiming to align with hers should she chose to look up at him.

"speech"