Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

Disa watched the beast. He had precipitated out of the dark very suddenly, larger than any wolf she had ever seen before. It occurred to Disa that sitting creepily on his doorstep in the dead of night as she was might be misconstrued as... did it matter? This hulking creature didn't look like he would give her a chance to explain. And she couldn't, really. It smells good here, and I was lonely?

It was a line she would have to try, because the second she decided to begin her silent retreat, Kemal turned his head very suddenly in her direction. Orange met grey. Disa's breath hitched in her throat, and a sudden jolt of fear tossed her words into a garbled salad. "I... I'm sorry. It was lonely and I smell good here."