Cedar Sweep End Of The Road

Warned as she was of Zaavier's approach by his scent, he surprised her when coming into plain view-at once, she took a few steps away from the border she'd failed to properly scent, but thankfully hadn't actually crossed. Her ears fell low and her tail wrapped closely to her good hind leg, but the male didn't seem to be cross with her closeness. She didn't notice if he was messing with her, for his offer of joining overruled most of his other words: they were a fledgling pack in need of more recruits.... They needed her! That fact alone brought her ears back to cupping forward in curiosity, and Grace giggled softly as he blurted his name. 
             "I'm Grace: w-what are you l-looking for in a pack member?"
She was keenly aware of the fact that she barely stuttered-this male, while still fairly large compared to her, didn't scare her the way some did- he seemed kind. This place just seemed better and better, didn't it?