Felltree Marsh fill your hands with the rain

She noticed his approach promptly, gaze turning directly on him, unfaltering as she studied his dominant posture. The yearling had never submitted to a show of dominance in her life, all too used to existing above such displays at Spiritlight Falls and too proud as a lone wolf to appear weak. She was no fool, however; she kept her posture neutral, sensing she had erred as he drew near enough for a familiar pack-scent to register.
I'm sorry, She offered, genuine but level. Her gaze followed the flick of his tail, curious. I hadn't noticed over the stench of swamp. A pause followed her words, her own keen eyes sweeping across Aditya. The towering wolf had an easy charm about him, warmth radiating from his golden-bronze gaze. Yet she sensed a tension within him, and was immediately intrigued.
Her head tilted slightly, all sense of decorum forgotten as she boldly presented her assumption. You seem troubled.