Overture Downs you wore corduroy pants to your middle school dance

She startles the other wolf and shrinks back a step or two but he doesn't come upon her and offers, instead, reassuring words that he won't harm her. She almost misses his promise but she shakes her head and hops a few steps forward. She swallows a lump in her throat to hide her nervousness but it she isn't sure how much actually shown through her on her face.

"O-okay," she stammers and then closes the rest of the distance. "It.. it might get, y'know, personal. You promise?" she says, lifting her hand to grab a club in a safe place on the back of his knee. Nothing too important there other than the gentle pull of a few hairs, but if she were to really help him... well, she needed to know where to go.