Ouroboros Spine that sinking feeling

One of her eyes lapsed open to take in the wolf approaching her. Vairë blinked, swiveling her ears to face the man as she looked him over. Handsome, scarred, carrying a haunch. Her sharply contrasting eyes lifted from the haunch to the man himself, and the doe dipped her head.

Many greetings. She intoned, tail stirring to give a little wave.

I am Vairë Nuiruk. My apologies I do not stand to greet you, I am still recovering from a rather harsh infection.