Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

Funny, how it was with people. Some were in the category "Wraen could befriend even a rock", others were "Wraen is suspicious and fearful". At the moment the tall, pale guy was in the second category. All four feet and head, only the tail was still out, just in case the first impressions turned out to be wrong. 

He approached and with every step he took in her direction, Wraen inadvertently took just the same number backwards, thus letting him be in charge of the situation. Had she been just as tall or maybe just as muscular as her brother Terance, she would have stood her ground. Now even the defence tactics he had told her, were tucked away in her mind just too conveniently to be of any immediate use. 

In response to his greeting, she gave him a quick and elusive smile, but did not say anything. Then - to ease the tension that was building up - she moved side-ways, sniffing the ground intently, as if having found something very, very interesting.