Fox's Glade something in the way

The creature she found was not food, and not family. He looked older than her — and injured? No; he smelled healthy. Sanja was reminded of the various meetings she'd had in the past weeks with strangers, many of whom showed a strong interest in her, and she knew why.
There was a confidence to her now, thinking she was free of her season. Unaware that there was something lingering to draw him in. He sounded nervous, with his stammering. Maybe he was reluctant around women?
Sanja was not as cautious as she was known to be, this time. She ventured closer, and shyly greeted him with her heavily accented, —hallo.