Lazarus
He had not really got to know anyone in the pack yet. He only knew of who he knew in Iromar back when he lived there, and that was even far and few between. Aster said it was safe, but he has never felt safe since mother and father died. The stranger started approaching again and he tried to hide himself more in the snow. He knew not if it would really work or not- it was just his instinct until she got too close.
Slowly he opened his eyes. He sees her form and how she is low to the ground, body flat, and she mostly did not seem threatening. She didn't stand over him. She didn't growl. She even had a kindness to her face. Yet even still, it did not stop him from slowly backing away. Perhaps he is less panicked than he would be if she were aggressive, but he backed away slowly regardless.
She says he does not have to leave and gives multiple options. He looks around, from left to right, and knew there was no place to hide. The fields...they were a place he was not used to and did not like as much as Iromar. It was so open, and the openess of it all could be terrifying.
She seemed to be of the pack though, and he knew he had to be brave at some point and meet them. He always promised himself while he sat in his dark den that he would do it one day, but then he would scurry away at the sight or sound of another at the longest of distance. Right now though? It was his chance- but it was hard to battle the demons of mind telling him to run.
He found his body freezing up as he goes into a slouched sitting position. His body is tense. He is not sure what to do. He mind is polarized- he wants to be brave but be wants to run. Perhaps it is best if she comes to him.
"Y-y-y-ou can....can...try...to c-c-c-ome clos-s-s-er," he stutters, licking his nose nervously. "A-a-are you...of...Asteraia?" he asks, his white ears perking just slightly to listen to her response, and his mis-matched eyes dare to look at her for just a moment.