Dahozhoni Meadow he was living on borrowed time

Despite his careful approach, she turns to him startled and puffed out like a little black cat trying to make itself seem bigger than it was. Now Butterfly was by no means a large wolf, in fact they were almost matched in size. Even so, the fire-touched boy instinctively flattened himself to the sandy ground and stirred his tail in a friendly manner. An easy mistake to make; in such a vulnerable position such as drinking he should've known better to give her more space. 

From his position, he gazed up at her with a puzzled expression as she began to shuffle her paws in rapid succession. What on earth was up with this kid? She was clearly upset. "Woah, hey! I'm not gonna hurt you," he spoke slower this time, meeting her gaze. He chalked up her silence to needing a little time to get used to his presence. The idea that she couldn't understand him - or hear him - didn't cross his mind.