The stories she remembers about wolves were bad ones - they were nasty creatures, ready to attack if you got too close and threatened them. But this one... this one seemed familiar? The eyes looked similar. They were bright and blue. They reminded her of the sky on clear mornings.

She doesn't feel anything bad, so slowly she inches herself closer, her hand out in front of her like she would a stray cat or puppy. "Are you all alone?"