Phoenix Maplewood Necrodancer

The little thing backed up, then stared directly at him.
His mind crumbled. The white wolf stood there, looking stupidly at her, gawking openly. Everything about her, from her amethyst eyes to her dark and ruddy-with-berries fur, her thin waist, surprised him. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He blinked repeatedly. The thought of her being a pup was long gone.
Her voice enveloped him like a warm chocolate silk. His breathing quickened without him noticing. Apologies, said Taikon, the word escaping faster than he'd meant it to sound. The little creature was tiny, even for her species' standards. He dared not take a step forward, for doing so would surely feel intimidating for her as he would be forced to look down to maintain eye contact.
I was just taking a walk, I didn't expect you to be here, so close to pack borders, he explained. I mean— of course you can be here, I just.. He fumbled. Badly. Didn't expect..you.