Redsand Canyon if you're shaking from head to toe

Nyra herself was lounging atop the rocks this evening, basking in what little light crept through the canyon from the moon. 
She may have looked moon-kissed and ethereal to Donovan, maybe, but when she saw Renard, she heavily doubted they'd be looking at her beauty. They didn't seem like that type of wolf. 
Instead she simply watched, gaze curious as they came closer. 
"You look like you expected someone else." The Titaness greeted casually with the ghost of a smile. It wasn't meant to sound rude or anything, but by now, she didn't think she'd be leaving any crystaline first or second impressions on anyone, let alone Renard. 
Though she didn't know what went through their mind, she figured he was probably one of those that didn't think highly of impulsiveness. 
Something she would quickly learn she needed to work on.