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The grey-blue eyes of the male searched her mountainous form, making her feel a big self-conscious. What was he looking for? Hawkeye swallowed at the question she had been asked. "I have very good eyesight. As good as a hawk's. And my aim is unrivaled." She responded with the half-truth about her eyesight, pulling her shoulders back a bit. The motion was both caused by a slight swelling of pride and the urge to wear more confidence; she wasn't used to wolves being larger than she, and although it wasn't by much, this male still intimidated her a bit. "And what is your name, stranger?" Key-lime eyes glinted as she licked her chops and waited for his reply.