King Elk Forest All of you a verb in perfect view

She found herself dangerously lost within her own mind, her own thoughts. It was a terrible habit. Leigh was often left with her guard down, ears alert but unable to pick up any sound, all because they were filled with the ramblings of her own head. She hadn't expected to see anyone, especially so close to the Saint's territory. The woman was unaware if Kynareth had left a fresh, innocent body on the borders but she wouldn't put it past him. For now, she believed she was safe. Alone.

Her own voice drowned out the sounds of any footsteps across the cold floor. But her eyes were sharp and quick to catch movement, and so they did as a shadow stepped out from beneath its cover. She was not intimidated, nor frightened in any way. Yes, this stranger stood much taller than she, but Leigh knew that if things turned sour, the only thing required would be a swift sprint back towards the Saints. And at first, she didn't recognize this wolf. A somewhat plain and dark pelt, one that many wolves possessed. Not an accurate way to identify someone. Even his eyes, a bright silver. An uncommon color, but one she had seen a handful of times throughout her life.

But there was something different. She paid no attention to the obvious, and instead focused on the subtle yet key details. The way he stood, held himself. Any mannerisms she could pick up from afar. Facial structure, proportions.

Leigh hadn't spent much time with Endre, and she was horrible with remembering names. But a face? She could remember any face no matter how limited the time she was given to study their features was. She knew him. She remembered him.

"Well look at this, someone stumbled a long way from home. How ya doing, wolf?"