Tuktu Weir Soul Searching

He held nothing back from her – opening up he mere fact he hunted for his pack and came upon her only because he heard her. She felt a flush blanket her cheeks, but she did not cow down upon this admission – instead, her pale eyes remained rooted upon him, insistent.
 
“Yes,” she decided, the air of vulnerability she held only moments ago being pushed back by an air of confidence that did not quite meet her eyes or posture. A dozen words threatened to slip past her tongue – from insisting he leave her alone, to demanding he look away. Instead, the pale she-wolf took the kindness that was extended to her, and in that moment, softened to the complete stranger. “I’m Gaia.”