Phoenix Maplewood chapter three.

He noted an anxiety that hovered over the stranger and as he strode a few steps closer to better look upon her, he was certain that the nervous electricity intensified. A pair of sharp silver eyes turned on him and he halted again, unwilling to venture further into her space. He was curious about her, but held no desire to test or provoke her. 

"Artyom," he answered smoothly, canting a gilded ear, "of Whitebark Stream to the North of these woods. Who are you?"