Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

He seemed about as startled as her, and she felt her tail tuck close to her hocks. At home, Cèilidh often found her tongue running easy with banter, comebacks, and quips, but at home, she knew the wolves she rallied with - and here, she was acutely aware to every depth in which she did not know this boy. Her tongue twisted with uneasy silence, only to finally break in a quiet greeting much too like his own.

"Um. Hello," she offered, and inwardly, Cèilidh felt herself cringe. She sounded weak, afraid - and she was and wasn't all the same. "I - um - " Her words felt soft, and so very lost, and she blinked in frustration. Why was this so hard? This wasn't who she was, she knew that, but she shifted her weight and shied her eyes away. A tangible dissonance to the wolf her family knew her to be. "Sorry."