Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

Vystra narrowed her eyes in observance. Not in an unfriendly way, but in a calculating and careful way. With a shake of his pelt, she took it upon herself to fully emerge from the cover of the log. As he sat on his haunches, the female took a few steps forward before doing the same. His eyes were colorless, reminding her of her brother. But the comparisons stopped there. This wolf held knowledge and experience in those eyes, things you only receive after time lived on this earth. A dusting of salt and pepper throughout his pelt spoke to this, as well. 

The man's overall aura and demeanor earned her trust almost immediately. She felt in that moment, she desperately needed him to survive. She would not make it much longer on her own. Both out of respect and exhaustion, the frail woman lowered herself to lay fully on the ground and expose her belly in an act of desperation. She needed food and a place to sleep, and his scent was all over this land. Can you help me? She hummed to him carefully, aware that if this displeased him or if he wanted her out of there, she was at a huge disadvantage.