Shadow Mountain Underneath your skin

A shadow of a wolf emerged, prowling to her with what seemed like restraint. Feyre felt the hair raise along her spine ever so slightly, yet flatten as the fae gave her a smile. Perhaps she was overthinking things. After not seeing others for so long, maybe her perception was not as good as it used to be. 

The fae could feel those eyes searching her, even as the other woman cast out a rather friendly greeting. “Hello,” her voice clearer this time, “-Do you live here?” She attempted not to cringe as she looked around, her amber optics taking in the shadows that seem to have followed to other wolf here.