Blackfoot Forest We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Her immediate submission, and subsequent deference spoke volumes of her past. Although the scars that peppered her coat were loud enough, and a pit fell in his stomach. Images of the woman from the Woods who had been brutalized without mercy, flashed in his memory. Siarut was caught in her silvery gaze for only a moment before she shifted sight. Although her stance didn't show it, he could see the grace of her feminine poise, and her fur was the palest of white that he had only seen on members of his family. Her beauty wasn't lost on the brute. She was definietly of northern decent, however in the Wilds Sia couldn't assume any connection to the arctic north aside from ancestry. 

He could see the slight tremble of her lip, and wondered what beast might linger beneath the fearful mask on the surface. It made him weary, but was intrigued as well. He could only imagine the horrors this woman had seen, her past more tragic than his own. "I do not attack without reason." Sia offered the woman peace if she would accept it, speaking in his native tongue, his prefered language. She looked northern, so he would treat her as such.