Neverwinter Forest The wolf and the yew

Night would soon be upon the Neverwinter Forest. Sharp rays of sunlight cut through the dense trees that made up her new home. Already the temperature was dropping, the chill masking the comforting scent of soil and plant matter. Another scent had joined that of the sleepy forest. Masculine and familiar in passing. A man of Forneskja that she hadn't had the guts to speak with. He was large and seemed friendly enough. Perhaps he was the perfect wolf to begin socializing with. 

His voice was soft when he spoke, like he expected her to spook like a deer. It was for the best she decided. First her head, then the rest of her turned to face the man. His pelt reminded her of stone, like he himself was made of it. She hoped his personality didn't match. Luhtar's eyes never stayed on her own for long. Was it her scars? It made some people uncomfortable, but she couldn't help it really. Angling her face in a way to show less of her scars Melisande shot him a welcoming smile. Of course, I've just been waiting for the moon to rise, Melisande answered, her eye flicking towards the darkening sky. 

Her brother wouldn't let someone who would harm them join, so her safety wasn't a concern. Only her inability to hold a conversation with anyone new. What is it that you needed?