Mount Everfall Say goodbye to the setting sun.

This man was all talk.
The wolf had never seen another quite like him. A stygian giant. Lantern-lit eyes that refused to look away from her. It was unnerving to experience the various physical cues; Sanja was unsettled, and the feeling grew the longer the man was in her vicinity.
He wasn't the outsider—she was. Her parents had made sure of that. This was not a wolf she knew or could trust to any degree, no matter what he said. Perhaps because of what he said; insisting that he was a nice guy after companionship and nothing more.
Mother often warned her of these types.
She did not reply to him, but let her slanting ears and quick-stepped reversal speak for her: I'm leaving. She may have been a lone wolf but Sanja was not lonely nor in pursuit of anything he might offer.