Fox's Glade Start taking some control

The presence of another made the boy tense. All he could think about was that day on the borders with the weird stranger. He half expected the pack to come sprinting out from the trees to attack this wolf, and he glanced around warily a few times before realizing that probably wouldn't happen. The tension remained in his lanky frame as he focused back on the pale woman. It was then that he realized she had actually greeted him, and anxiety settled heavy in his chest. He wasn't mute as he had been when he was younger, but he was definitely selective of who he chose to talk around; right now, that list consisted of only his most trusted family members.

So, instead of saying anything in return, he just watched the stranger, his muscles tense and his expression uncertain as if he might bolt at any second. One wrong move, and he just might.