i am not your autumn moon

Hawkeye examined the male from far off. It had been a while since she had seen him — not since the pack meet, where he had seemed pissed. And he was pissed now. But she could tell that underneath that anger, he was hurt; she had used anger many times to cover her pain, and it never helped any.

So, she moved slowly, quietly toward the male. When she came close enough, him noticing her many moments before, she stopped before him. "Hello, Atticus" were the soft words she spoke, showing array of emotion. She was worried about the dark male. His eyes were sad, though they still sent something through her body.