Moonspear let it be

The boy reacted as Harlyn suspected he would.  She held still as he fixed her with a nervous stare and a growl, posturing herself in a way to communicate that she wasn't a threat, but not without authority.  She knew quite well how to handle herself around her own kind.  Even an injured wolf would respond to an alpha, and though Harlyn was not one yet, she had the strength running through her veins.

Slowly, she began to creep forward just a few inches before she again stopped, her gaze upon him.  She said nothing verbally, but used her body language to communicate for her only one simple fact for the moment - you're safe.