Emberwood I don't mind the thorns

The girl reminded him of what his and Bhediya's children may look like, which drew him to her immediately. He watched her pace for a while, standing a ways away, his pale fur utterly conspicuous in the dull brown and patchy snow of the wintery Emberwood. Out in the open, he could conceal himself, but within the trees. . .

What's on yer mind, lassie? Pygmalion asked, padding toward her with an amiable chuff. He paused a few paces from the girl, head cocked. Ye look as if ye're aboot tae take on an entire herd o' moose yerself. 

He wouldn't doubt that she had it in her. But he wanted to know more. Who was this? Why was she here? Were her parents, too? Oh, God, was she another one of Bhediya's kids? How many children did she have?! His thought process spiraled quickly, and it took some effort to rein it in as he waited for the girl's response.