Moonspear let it be

He continued staring as she stood frozen, before ever so slowly taking a few steps towards him. Atreyu shrunk back even further, crouching low to the ground with his ears pinned back like pup would when they were being scolded. While he didn't fear the stranger too much, he felt vulnerable and protective of his injured leg. The woman's vivid eyes were soft, though, and she didn't seem to have any threatening motives.

A few more silent minutes passed before the boy eventually stirred, moving from his cowering position and out into the open again. He stood as tall as he could, grimacing as his stiff muscles cramped in protest. A bit further away from the stench coming from the alcove, he could make out her scent better now. Wherever she was from, it smelt familiar, but he wasn't sure where. He decided to trust her, though, if only because she was the first friendly — and only, for that matter — face he had seen in a while.

Giving his tail a half-hearted wag, he gave a soft, hesitant, "hello."