Blackfeather Woods damage (pt. 1)

she did not belong.
he had not even approached, merely watched from the shadows, the golden coat much like the boy who had recently left the wood. His optics blinked but once, then he was propelled into motion. He had been quick to learn the ways if the wood, and how to move silent within them, and the way he approached the woman was no different, stalking gait near silent in the snow. 

he did not speak as he neared, merely stilled his paws and regarded her with a gaze as piercing as it was cold, the boy appearing far older then he was.