Wapun Meadow little lamb

there was something naturally intimidating about the man, fur a deep midnight and stature towering over her like none before had. she watched him, uneasily, from the confines of the trees that ringed the meadow. he seemed oddly still, silent, for her ears had not caught his muttered words. he intrigued her, and putting her unease to rest, she stepped lightly from the trees, approaching carefully. 

when she neared him, she shifted uneasily a moment, wondering if he would mind her presence. "hello?" came her voice, a little softly in the snow. "are you alright?"  came her question a moment later, perhaps slightly timorous in nature. she looked up to the male, finding the slight nervousness odd, for it was never that she had experienced such in the face of another.