Sun Mote Copse a quiet resolve

The strangers plume swiped back and forth like a fan behind him, a gentle greeting for a wolf of his size. Her amber optics darted across his form - observing the first wolf she had seen in months. The size of a brute, but just about as threatening as a rabbit. Her head righted itself, her own tail becoming a mirror of his.

Feyre's maw parted once more, her eyes meeting the gold of his. She knew he was assessing her. When she spoke, she merely said one word. 

"Feyre." 

For somone who hasn't spoken in months, bravo. She nearly chastised her own thoughts - willing them to quiet for a few seconds. There was a pause, where she felt her old self nearly start to click into place - each piece a memory once lost. Then its all simply snapped into place. "I mean, my name is Feyre. What brings you out here..." She paused. She did not know the male's name, but the offer for him to fill in the blank hung in the air.