Haunted Wood Strange circle

The multi-colored man showed more grace than she was used to. She found herself relaxing in his calming presence despite herself, though still feeling uneasy under the frosty gaze of the other dark she-wolf. She didn't know what to think, really, and she shifted her forepaws as Not-Thisbe spoke, ears canted to hear.

Half-wolf? Blueberry asked, never encountering the phenomenon. No pack? Weird. She kind of knew what it was like to be an outsider, but not perhaps to this extent.

She shrugged. It's okay, she replied. You look. . .fine to me. Not really, but they weren't outwardly threatening. Not the male, at least. The woman made her nervous, and she stayed stiff, watching that gaze upon her as if she would suddenly lunge.