Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

Despite her delicate, femenine appearance, she was not some shy, quivering thing. Her mother had warned her of wolves like him. Wolves like the brute she had met on the beach. She meets his gaze stubbornly, but then something catches her attention. "You have a tag! I did too.." She bends her neck to reveal the bare skin and damaged fur- the mark of a collar grown too tight for too long. A permanent scar from the zoo she was born in.
He towers over her, and she's slightly intimidated...she swallows but doesn't doesn't give in. "would I have asked your name if I didn't want it?" There is a pointed note in her voice. She was frustrated and a little bit frightened by the male, and really did want to continue on her way. She was no longer in heat- and she wasn't sure he would make a great companion. 
As he circles around her she is very aware of his eyes on her body. She shifts with each movement, never taking her eyes off the sinister male, but submitting to his gaze. That is, until his teeth close on her tail. 
She spins with a snarl, alluring eyes suddenly darkened and flashing angrily, teeth snapping near whatever she could reach. 
"Touch me like that again and I'll rip your tongue out." The threat almost sounds silly coming from such a petite, effiminate wolf, and yet her gaze and posture indicate she is not one to take nonsense. "If you can't help me then I will be on my way. There is no pack here- I can go where I wish." She sniffed, turning towards the direction she had been going previous to his interruption. She knew his intentions were to frighten her, and perhaps a more sensible wolf would be. At his next words she turned a look over her shoulder. "You aren't dangerous. Just a rude male that was never taught any manners and gets enjoyment out of having power over other wolves."