Otter Creek Hard on yourself

The female had been in her own world when a shadow appeared from the thin fog. The mountainous man appeared in the corner of her eye, making her snap her head upright. Deep red eyes took in the male. For a moment thinking that it was her father Greyback, possibly due to their size. She was quick to realize this male was nothing like her father. She quickly shied away the scarred side of her face for the male. Not facing him straight on as she normally would have done. She carried her head low as her eyes took him in. His strong posture and dark pelt, those ice pale eyes. With that description, he could have been her father Stark. Still, she knew that his age didn't match. At least, she assumed.

Then her eyes landed on the scars he had on his face. She instantly felt the tension she unknowingly gathered trickle away. A connection forming from her side, a sliver of trust. They seemed to have at least one thing in common. Her pale ears swiveling forward with newfound curiosity, slowly turning her face towards him. Her shoulders a bit hunched, her automatic reaction to someone larger than her, and also because of her own insecurity. Unloved and alone. His voice was deep and smokey as he greeted her. "Hello," she greeted in return. Slowly she gathered her composure, her trust gathering as the burly male didn't seem too awful. Her head held higher, curious. He scented of a pack, but not one she knew. "You aren't from around here, are you?," she asked, making assumptions from his scent alone.