Altar of Twilight bad company until the day i die

When his gaze shifted to her, she could feel his scrutiny. It weighed on her, especially when she took in his massive size and the scars peppering his features. He looked like a fierce fighter and she thought fleetingly of Warbone. There was something significantly less inviting about this wolf, namely the way he looked at her almost as if she was something to eat. Wildfire swallowed, ears folding back slightly, and reminded herself that her pack was close at hand. If any trouble arose, she could call for them... although, of course, Wildfire's voice didn't carry very far. But he didn't know that.

He repeated her greeting back to her, then queried about the nearby pack. "Yes," Wildfire answered, shifting her weight slightly and sparing the mountain a quick glance. The sight of it, sharp as its namesake, calmed her nerves slightly, though she quickly returned her amber eyes to the bearlike stranger. "What about you? Where are you from?" she asked, her curiosity genuine, especially because of his heavy accent.