in your darkest hour

Hawkeye took a slow, deep breath and slowly began to weave herself between the trees, not wanting to move too quickly and put Yildun on the defense.

She'd nodded in acknowledgement when he said that the rest of his pack was not far away, even though she knew he couldn't see; maybe it was just to reassure herself.

Sitting before she answered, Hawkeye was about 5 feet away from the white wolf. She had been too curious earlier to notice much else besides the white fluff that was his fur and the one cloud-colored eye--now, she saw him fully and focused on every part of him. Yildun was handsome and had beautiful slate grey speckles on his chest and face, and his fur has a silvery hue to it. His chalky eyes were glazed over and so compelling, she found herself lost in them. She gasped quietly, then shook her head. I need to respond him, she asserted to herself mentally.

"I was just passing through.. I, mm, just had a delectable meal," she started, a smile on her lips. "Can you tell me about your pack, Yildun?" There was a small smack from her mouth after she said his name.