Neverwinter Forest Simple things

Oh he is bewitching :)

Amalia turned with startled gaze towards the voice that had carried on the wind. She hadn't even heard him, and his scent hadn't quite reached her, She titled her downy head, and watched him with wary eyes, their green depths sparking over him as he walked. 

Sometimes, and then other times it's the rise. And you?  

She didn't know him, but he had ensnared her just a bit. He also made her wary. He was large, larger than even she, and she was not a small wolf. Larger than Kigipigak. It made her nervous, miniscule. His voice sounded pleasant enough.

His stare was bold, too bold, and it drew her great pause. She shifted ever so slightly, moving her body further away, though it simply looked as if she were moving to better look at him. She could reach out and touch him, he was so close, so close. 

There should have been a scrap of run and fight in her brain, but Amalia had been coddled here. Spoiled, that all the wolves she had met had been kind. Even in her travels. She knew all to well, to intimately the cruel bite of others, though the scars could not be seen. But it didn't affect her as she thought it had, because if it had, she would have run as soon as the giant stepped into her view with his golden eyes.