Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

Feyre stepped back as the other woman grew larger. She curled her own tail under her torso and flattened her ears against her cranium. Her gaze remained pinned to the scars she could only see when she was close to the other fae. A low whimper keened from her creamy maw as the other femme growled with warning and irritation.

She nearly rolled upon her back as the other wolf raged about her tracking. The small fae curled into herself with shame and whined again quietly. She had not meant to disturb the woman's peace.

As the other woman spoke, she nodded apprehensivly. As far as Feyre new, her petite size and softly spoken words had not yet failed. Until today of course. "M-my apologies ma'm..err..I mean, miss." The fae's soft voice came out in stutters as she finally looked up at the other woman.

Slowly, as if watching for the other woman's reaction, she uncurled herself. Lightly shaking out her pelt, she stepped forward. Working up what small amount of courage she had left, she spoke. "If I may ask, again, what is your name?" She silently gaged the other woman's reaction.