Cara eyed the boy as he were a miserable pup shivering in the cold, his stuttering and his lack of security reinforced the yearling's self-confidence, even if she was big like Sitri or built with muscle she was pretty sure she could make the scared male lose his footing with a simple blow of her forehands.
The usually ill-tempered female didn't snap when the newcomer stumbled over his words and squirmed helplessly under her gaze; usually she would've felt annoyed at the male's stuttering and mumbling but this time she was filled with a strange and mushy feeling of pity when she looked at him.
He tried to explain he was a lost soul, and that he was sorry --for what, she didn't know-- and that he was prepared to leave if the Queen ordered to. She examined him for a few seconds before answering; as Sitri has said he wasn't an intruder so there was no real reason to chase him out of ban him.. He was lanky and fidgety but he might serve the pack in some way..
"What is it you want Nokori?", she asked while flicking her tail over her back expectantly.
