Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

There’s an obvious power struggle between the girl and her fears, but eventually Pandora is met with the soft, terrified form of a young wolf. Her pelt is deep red and fiery, it catches her eyes in the light of the moon. Pandora’s expression stays mostly the same. The smile on her face isn’t teasing, rather it’s fairly soft and inviting, eyes squinting softly from the motion.

Her blood red eyes meet her shivering and shaking form and Pandora tilts her head at her. “Why do you shake? Are you afraid of me?” She asks then. “What’s your name, little one?” She wonders again, trying to coax anything from the shivering girl before her.