Tuktu Hinterlands I've got a feeling

The male toyed with her, but he didn't seem aggressive - nonetheless, for the steps he took closer, she took one back, not allowing him to circle her. Her hackles prickled but stayed low, and her ears fell back - his compliments did not hold the same kindness that Archers did. She was confident enough to mumble out her name, all the while telling herself that should this meeting go sour, Zaavier and her other packmates were close enough to call to. 

                "G-Grace."

He told her he wasn't going to hurt her, but the russet girl wasn't sure she believed him - she gave a half shrug of one shoulder, not allowing her eyes to roam from his face. 

                                          "H-How do I l-know you aren't a l-liar?"