King Elk Forest bittersweet

archer had seen a lot of weird things in his lifetime; stormbound bay happened to be one of the most eventful packs on this planet. however, he'd never, in his entire life, seen someone as scarred and physically damaged as the female standing within sight of him. the thing was, she wasn't ugly. in fact, she had pretty fur and bore strikingly beautiful eyes, like his own, if he may say so himself. but she was severely scarred, and her hind leg was obviously damaged beyond help, and while he was a firm believer that personality mattered a lot more than looks, he couldn't help but feel just a bit of pity for her.
archer allowed his gaze to linger on her injury for less than a second, before rising to her face, his lips already tilting upward to form his signature lopsided smile.
"hey!" he declared brightly, speaking in a faint, but recognisable northerner's accent, his lilting sounds adding a gentle undertone to his voice. he did not fail to notice the nervousness that tinged her voice, but had decided to overlook it; she'd obviously suffered traumatic experiences, who was he to judge? "how are you?" he inquired politely, the corners of his eyes crinkling cutely as he smiled. ""i'm archer," he introduced himself with a birdlike cant of his head, "just another poor loner looking for a pack," he joked, hoping to lighten the atmosphere. though, in truth, he probably did nothing but scare her away with his enthusiasm.