Cedar Sweep If it's true

There wasn't the same warmth to his tone as there had been in Grayback's tone - but nevertheless, he spoke without any hint of insincerity. While he frightened her, she felt he was not the sort to hide his sensitive shame, or in order to manipulate another wolf. It was as though he was incredibly true to himself, and he seemed the sort who was well aware of how others might perceive him, though he didn't seem to fazed by the reaction he got from her. She doubted that his offer was an act of Charity - as it came with something that was less of a warning, and more of an advisory. Was he an honest man then? he seemed so comfortable in his own skin ...Something Oryx wished she could say for herself - but she couldn't see why he would choose to offer her sanctuary as there was so little worth to her.

And an offering her a home, she thought perhaps he was contradicting his warning, so her brow furrowed. "I'm a stranger," Her voice was a little more than a whisper. She raised her gaze, with which she searched for a way to make sense of the humming men. Arlette lived here...Unless that was a lie. He didn't seem like a liar, but perhaps that simply meant he was very good at lying. Arlette, she thought, would never have chosen a home if it meant she would be in the midst of wolves who considered themselves to be hostile. Perhaps it was a front they put on, to keep the real enemies at bay. This man, she thought, would do an excellent job of seeming imposing without having to put any effort into it. And yet, he'd hardly flexed his strength with her at all. Perhaps he was better at manipulation than she thought. "I'm Oryx."