Broken Boulder and a black car that matches your blackest soul

A wolf appeared from the darkness quite suddenly; small, pale, and as startled as Brennan was to see her. He darted forward instinctively to help when she fell backwards into the shadows she had emerged from. It didn't seem she needed it, though. The golden-eyed male backed off as soon as he realized she had it handled.
"You have nothing to apologize for," He assured her as she finally settled above ground. The woman was scarred, but almost as beautiful as Lanawyn. His gaze trailed the dark freckles smattering the fur between her eyes, forming a dark, ashen stripe down her back. She smelled of herbs and the wilds. A healer, then— not surprising to find in a Sanctuary, Brennan thought. "I shouldn't have lingered so near. Are you alright?"