Greatwater Lake Run boy run! This world is not made for you!

Yet to be known to him, Chai was not by any means, a bold or self-confident wolf. She didn't have a mean bone in her body and would sooner go belly up in submission rather than engage in conflict. Some, like her father, would even go as far as to call her spineless. But she was not so meek that she would roll over to just anyone without just reason. It was more so that she was shy. Timid. Flighty. 

Lifting her head up when a voice called out to her, in a language she did not recognize, her pale eyes met his pumpkin orange ones, blinking softly. He spoke again, this time in common tongue, though with a rich accent. The barest trace of a smile graced her soft features, tail swishing pleasantly. "Good afternoon." She dipped her muzzle politely, taking a cautious but curious step forward.