The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

Their strange encounters were beginning to make the young woman curious... after all, they were complete opposites of one another. Katrina was used to mirroring another's personality when in tough situations but she wasn't sure how much more she could mirror with him before it looked strange. She was in no way anything like the feisty, riff-raff teenager that he had seen before or even now, it was simply a mimicry of him. So when his eyes matched hers, she felt automatically weak in the knees like she was just going to fall limp to his powers and drag her sorry arse after him like a drooling child. Kat needed to remain strong for herself, this guy was just some stranger that had no name and nothing unique about him... besides those eyes she argued temporarily with amusement. Finally his eyes departed from hers and he looked away from her as if avoiding her iteration completely. It wasn't as if she had insulted him for bested him, but the last thing she wanted was for him to look upon her and see weakness. Kat was not weak, nor faint at heart but she was slightly more submissive than the average male. What if it is? she mentioned with a sly smirk and narrowed eyes painting her face with mischief, whatever pack you belong to couldn't handle all this either.