King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

His movements seemed awkward, and whether he was undersocialized or trying to make her feel better she didn't know, but it eased her mind a bit -- her legs pulled her up to a standing position and, though she held her head and tail low, crept closer to the strange man. His name rang in her ears, Novak, and soon after questioned why she was here. 

                "M-my pack is j-just on the o-other side of t-this forest."

Batting her golden eyes at him, she returned the question in a much more kind voice than either had used thusfar. His glance, of course, was noted, but it was long something she'd accepted people would look at. 

                                                          "Why are you here?"