we are the hunters, hot as flames! we are the hunters, cold as ice!

"Yep." the fae replied innocently, maybe a little too innocently for that matter... "I got a tad bit lost." She watched his actions carefully, curious as to what he would do next. Perhaps he would drive her out, or maybe offer her a place in his pack? The last choice was very unlikely though, but she could tell that the brute must be an important figure in whatever pack he belonged to by his posture and authoritativeness. Faith did not waver as she locked gazes with him, feeling the cold nip at her fur and the frosty breeze ruffling her fur. She almost flinched at his harsh glare, but didn't want to give in to him and seem weak and submissive.