Shadewood we’ll go away when you let yourself grieve

Woah! This dude must be a warrior of some sort to have some gnarly scars like that.
"Wicked,"  she whispered, lifting her head to inspect the rest of him.
His markings intrigued her. She'd never seen one with spots around the eyes.
She gave him a charming grin, her tail waving softly.

"What did you get attacked by? doesn't look like a wolf wound." 
Her eyes sparkled with wonder. The girl didn't have an inkling on how to fight, she just managed to flail her paws a lot. She was too kind to truly hurt another she supposed.