Cedar Sweep doesn't matter if you don't wanna play my [ game ]

Zada noticed the little thing's approach long before he almost ran into her-- she was unperturbed by it, not sensing any hostility (only a distinct lack of awareness).
She did not fault him for it, instead choosing to chuckle softly. It's okay, little one.
He was even smaller than Brienne, delicate and soft-- an attractive specimen, if only due to his more feminine features. It had little effect, though; Zada had never been anything but sapphic.
I have not seen you here before. You seem troubled. She rumbled, studying the boy's face for a moment. Her pine-green gaze was curious, gentle; she saw no reason to be hostile, considering the other wolf seemed more startled and dismayed by her than anything.