King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

He was, in fact, swift to notice her, but did not at once react more than she had -- whether it was his own problems or her own weirdness keeping him uncertain, she didn't know -- but eventually broke said silence. His voice seemed underused, like he was very thirsty, and at once her brain was skittering to the stock of tansy that might ease it, or the honey she wished she had. 

Nodding her head, Grace echoed a greeting, tacking on her name out of politeness -- he didn't seem like he was going to hurt her, but some wolves seemed normal until the littlest things set them off. Who knew what kind of a man this one was? 

                       "H-Hello. I-I'm Grace."