Dawn treader

She stepped closer, bringing an uneasy prickle along his spine that warned the brute that he could be descended upon at any moment. Not that he didn't think he deserved it for lingering like an unwanted shadow at the Alpha's borders. He shifted slightly on his large feet, but did not make himself move in any one direction. "I am a wolf," he told her needlessly. "Wandering is not in my true nature."

His wild-sea eyes gazed plaintively at her feet, traveling up as far as her muzzle, before he spoke again. "I wander because I am unwanted. Trust does not fall easy on someone like me." His massiveness had always been a threat to other males, they had never given him way. His prickling feralness had usual cause to frighten females, who never gave enough time to chip away at his stony exterior. This fiery female had reason to stand up to him now—she had a pack to protect; though if he had been a malicious animal, it wouldn't have been difficult to harm such a small wolf.

"I can earn my keep," the stranger told her.