Razorback Ridge Am I stranger to you too?

Her tail waved softly, but he...puzzled her.
His demeanour did.
She couldn't quite place it.
Pack scent.

"What pack do you hail from?" she mused softly, looking him over.
Burly. Plush.
Perhaps she knew of it, most likely not.
But perhaps it would be good for her to find out.

Them.
Ah, her kidnappers. That's what he reminded her of. The stance. He was thinking about it, he was trepidatious, wanting. But didn't want to show it, so stood rigid, but tried to look friendly.

Her ruby eyes narrowed on his own dark sapphire ones.