Treena almost slammed headfirst into the male wolf. She hadn’t been paying attention, lost in her own thoughts and daydreams. Being rejected from the pack, it knocked some sense into her. It was tons to think about, and each step she took she lost more and more of her loner history. She had lost track of the nights, of the days. She looked a little better since meeting Nina, hunting more, trying to collect herself. Her lethal beauty was softer now, more hidden beneath a gentle figure and a well-groomed pelt.
Her muzzle touching the male’s flank she stumbled a moment, frozen in shock. She did step back, but for some reason she just looked at him, trying to figure out why she felt she knew him. The shape of his muzzle, of his eyes, she knew them already. Not afraid of looking impolite she didn’t move her tilted head, or her wide gaze. She was stunned, incapable of turning her stare, it seemed like she was admiring his beauty. Instead she was trying to bring herself to remember. Feeling her soft lips part slowly, she let her tongue roll out and roll over her golden muzzle, deciding it was time to speak and break the awkwardness she had brought with her. <b>“I apologize.”</b>
She showed her throat in submission, something about the male reminded her of kindness, of Nina. If he was anything like Nina she felt no need to worry. Blinking her thick eyelashes she clenched her mouth shut, returning to her normal position. <b>“I didn’t see you there.”</b> She spoke with intensity, almost embarrassed by the situation. <b>"I mean no trouble."</b>