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It seemed as if the wolf had decided against striking up a conversation, and while Zarya was quite relieved at the thought of the solitude of silence, she was also worried of what would become of her if she was left alone again. "W-wait!" the woman said, scanning the ground as if it contained the words she needed. Zarya had stood when she spoke, one quick fluid motion and she was up and staring at the wolf ahead of her. Her scars had been revealed, visible to whoever cared to look. 

"I-I" she stuttered, still not able to place why she had stopped the man. Her brow was knit with emotions of all sorts; worry, fright, confusion, and others which she couldn't describe. Zarya didn't know why she felt so strongly to stop the stranger before her. Was it fear, loneliness, to ask for help? Maybe it was all three, either way, the silence that followed was almost unbearable.