Phoenix Maplewood i was the one who stood in rain

She remains unaware of the presence until the wolf draws up alongside her silently, startling her nearly out of her own skin. She flinches, scrambling back a few steps with a sharp yelp that nearly drowns his words. For a beat she can only stare in wide-eyed terror, but words begin to slip from her quickly. I-I don't — She falters, realizing as she studies his features that something is wrong. Something in his gaze, perhaps; a glittering coldness she's never seen before. Her panic only grows, breath coming shallow and too-fast, and she takes another step back, trying and failing to come up with some excuse to make her exit. It doesn't occur to her that she doesn't need to be polite here — that she could simply turn tail and run; she doesn't yet understand that there is any danger worse than how uncomfortable she feels right now.