The Sentinels We get what we deserve

Tansea had smelt the males that roamed the territory certainly, only a handful that she had yet to meet with scents mingling amongst the females. She stopped in her searching, noting that she had come across one of the males though it might have been hard to see him if the forest were any shadier. 

He was slender for a man but larger than she and most certainly taller, Mother had always spoke of some odd tale about her kind of wolf not being frequent in the wild. He had a dark pelt of browns and blacks, like a smudge of shadow had been incorporated into his coat. His eyes were intriguing given that she had never met anyone with orange eyes. 

Tansea took on the correct position, submissive, as she approached. The male did not speak, only watching her which made her a bit uncomfortable. "Hello," she murmured once close enough, dipping her head in greeting. "I'm Tansea. Some call me Tansy, either works."