Luneshale Pass sion

Wulfwynn didn't tense up as his paw came into contact with her nose, the little pooch going cross eyed to look at the massive structure of sinew and flesh. It practically enveloped her snout, little did the strange wolf know that soft touch was foreign to her as well, having lived at the mill there was no such thing as tenderness. There was only screaming, pain and isolation. 

She is confused when he suddenly looms over her, looking feral. It reminded her of the mill, of the mean dogs there and the humans who encouraged the cycle of violence. Wulfwynn scrambled back to avoid being attacked, as she wasn't sure if this was just a display of aggression or Moises wanting to do some serious damage. 

"Moises!" Wulfwynn barked out his name as if it would be a wake up call, not in anger but in shock of his mood. If only they could communicate!

She doesn't fight him or run, but focused on trying to evade any possible gnashing teeth if it was coming. It was probably stupidity she didn't call it quits but Wulfwynn knew what darkness looked like and something told her Moises was just hurt and misunderstood.