Dawnlark Plains Lemonade

Zephyr whined a little and scooted back another two feet, her anxiety not falling upon blind eyes. The ebony males smile faltered a little at her clear discomfort and his grassy eyes shone with worry. She claimed to not be alone and said no help was needed, but the gentleman couldn't find it in him to leave a pup out here defenseless. He decided to carry on with conversation to see if maybe she would open up, but doubt filled his belly.
"Alright, as long as you're safe. Im Zephyr."