She felt an energy coming from him like none other. She had felt a similar energy from many who are leaders, but this energy was...different. Something she could not shy away from. She felt the turmoil of him before her when he sets his eyes on her.

She observed every movement of his head, snaps of his jaws, and blink of his eyes. Her mind attempted to understand what it is that drove her to step forward and lightly vocalize a whine. It just seemed right in the moment and her instinct led to her actions. This led him to come to her, which ultimately was what she wished with her actions. She noticed how he moved, defensive and she lowered her head slightly in response. She sees his teeth and responds with slipping her own fangs from their black blanket, only slightly, as a warning that if he bites, she will bite back. She inhales as he comes closer, taking note of the scent. She thinks she perhaps smelled it once before back in the fields many moons ago, but the memory was so tainted over time she could not be certain. Scents do tend to change and meld over time, she very well could be mistaken.

His approach is strong but not aggressive. For this, she allows him approach to continue as she remains still. Her tail is raised only slightly, and is stiff. Her raised hackles remained as he breathed her in and inspected her. They only calmed when he put his chin upon her back. The touch was gentle, but confident. Her tail fell as well as her ears. She whined quietly again. It brought a calmness to her rather conflicted mind. Her shadow and leader were both gone, disappeared into the void of the world with the one she bore who fell into the caves. Only the female she bore and one of the males she bore remained, but she could not remain where they did. She was driven to into the woods again by instinct, wishing to find someone, something there that would bring her peace.

She turns her head then. Her brilliant red eyes look to him, her muzzle reaching to touch her nose to the corner of his lip. Her breath will pour out onto him if he allows her to get this close, and if his remains a moment longer her tongue will reach out to plant a lick upon the corner. The turmoil within her mind was starting to wain. She was starting to feel a growing comfort within her- as long as the interactions remained in a confident, non-aggressive manner. There was something different about this wolf, and although her mind cannot comprehend it, she can know what feels...right.