Greatwater Lake Synkverv

Rodyn moved further backward, noticing the she wolf in front of him stepping back. He hadn't meant to scare her, merely catch her if she fell. She was clearly tired, had probably been running for days. Probably didn't eat, though she didn't look like she was starving.

She had stranger colored eyes, they reminded Rodyn of the tree flowers that he saw every now and again. She was pristine in her coloring, except for one marred ear, but it gave her character. Large, built for running or hunting or maybe war, her accent was jarring, and thick. He had to listen close to understand. 

Because it's the nice thing to do? He squinted at her. Because I know what it's like to miss a sibling.