Soma was frozen in place, just like the forest. Her form was stiff, though not beautiful at all like the ice all around her. Her mostly golden and white figure was curled up tightly, grey backed ears pinned against her head making herself look as meek and small as possible. If they didn’t see her or didn’t think she was worth their time they would leave… right? Her tail curled up over her hip covering up what she could of the long dragging scars there that never seemed to fade, simply grow as she did, her tail covered about half of what had been done to her as a newborn. It wasn’t just that though, as her eyes met his own it felt like a jolt went through her!

She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like it or did she? She slowly looked back up at the large wolf’s form. His eyes were set on her, his form looked scared. Soma blinked unable to believe her eyes, still she remained defensive and curled tight, pressed away from him and against a tree now despite herself. He didn’t seem like he was going to hurt her but her heart raced unbidden within her chest, her lips pulled back in a frown. He didn’t move, just looked as shocked as she did. She didn’t understand what was going on between them despite her own parents being imprints. Her father never explained how he felt, his mother, perhaps a little but not to the extent. It was then his form crouched to meet her own, coming down to her rather slight height and meeting her pinkish-red and gold eyes.

He was sorry? Her form relaxed just slightly eyes blinking slowly. She was greatly confused on how one such as her had startled him. His voice was deep and gruff, similar to her father’s but different, still though it was nice in a way she guessed. He was no child though, she knew if he wanted he could kill her with one fell swoop of fangs but he was Tavioran… That meant he was okay right? Her body shook slightly as she lifted her head slowly gazing in his eyes closely as he waited unmoving.

”I-I didn’t mean too. I’m s-sorry.” Her voice was soft, high pitched and clearly scared, yet she tried. She knew all too well what it was like to be startled, but this meeting was all too similar to her one’s with Aiden and Aiden didn’t want to hurt her. ”You don’t want to eat me, right?” Her voice shook at the prospect curling up again in a tight ball falling to the ground despite herself letting one bright eye peek out between the soft gold, grey and white fur. She was told constantly that she was safe here but she couldn’t help it, her fear, the memories forced into her by scars and words alone they were enough to bare scars on her mind just as visible as the ones on her back flank. Try as anyone might she hadn’t been healed or released of such things.

Truly she wanted to change, for her father, mother and sister. She wanted to be free of the cage of fear that held her. It’s grip was tight, lifelong created and strong as any rock. In time perhaps it would wear, but only at those would would try to chip at it and wear it away. For her, even speaking to someone this large, this imposing was a feat, but something inside of her told her it was okay, that this one was different in someway. It was as if her very being was telling her to trust while her mind screamed at her to run. It was conflicting, terrifying, yet freeing.