Azure pressed back, seeming to try and become one with the tree behind her as one of the mans pointed a finger at her and panicky shot questions at the other male. She watched with wary eyes as the furry male told the other one to go and rejoin the group as he 'looked into the matter'. Azure tensed as he approached, prepared to be driven off or worse. It was always the same. She would approach someone, they would panic and hit her, throw things her and curse her. She expected the same treatment and prepared to flee. However, she was thrown for a loop when the male simply held out a hand to her, posture nonthreatening. She eyed him warily. Was it a trap? A plot for her to let her guard down and then he would strike? 

A few moments passed by before the child slowly and carefully placed her small hand in the males, body taunt like a bowstring. She stared up at him through her dirty white hair with guarded eyes, not sure what was going to happen but expecting the worst.