Phantom Hollow miles outside of the eye of the storm

galana took a hesitant step backwards from the water at the flash of his teeth. to her, his body language continued to display anxiety and- pain? 

“i mean no harm.” she responded flatly.

her fur bristled along her spine with nervousness. she chose to lower her head as well and continue to look at him as it seemed he was stuck between decision making. he was alone. the wolf appeared to be nothing more than a boy with age, as big as he was. why was he alone? scared? 

galana saw herself.