Lone Star Mountain she dreamed of paradise

Her eyes did not leave him, roving to trail after the creature as it edged past - entire body turning in unison, instinctively keeping the wall at her back. 

She calmed only slightly when the male stepped into the light, lips smoothing over small fangs as a pink tongue darted out to lick at her chops nervously. Seelie eyes, turned luminescent silver in the cold light, darted betwixt pebble-strewn floor and the paws opposite her. 

He seemed unirked by the nomad's outburst, however, his voice saccharine - honeylike in its amber warmth. The druid settled politely, a quiet ball of white curled against the cave's embrace; yet, her guard didn't lower right away.

Awenfen had seen handsome men, snakeskins to hide the monster underneath. And she had seen kind men - men who were as likely to lunge for your throat as they were to kiss it within the security of hearth walls. 

The runaway did not judge him, but neither did she trust him - not with fear still coiled around her heart. 

"My apologies," she murmured, whetting her lips as she collected herself. 

"Wördronna," was the name she gave him.