The girl snapped out of her calmed stance, quickly standing to grab her spear. She spun around, the arrowhead pointed towards the stranger, lowering her weapon once she had a glance at the newcomer. Even when intimidated she wouldn't let it show, straightening her back to make eye contact with the brute.

                         [color=cyan]"You know what you smell, stranger. You're not so lovely yourself either."[/color]

The woman snickered at her own snarky remark, grinning smugly towards the man. She jabbed the end of the handle into the grass before turning her attention back to the brute, sneering in an annoyed tone.

     [color=cyan]"I'm just a traveler. What are you wanting anyway? Nothing's here in these woods, and I don't give away potions."[/color]

Her eyes trailed over his body. Her grin diminished as her attention drew to the man's tattoos. She could only stare in shock at the familiar markings, knowing what they bear, as similar ones show across her face and through the tears of her clothes. She gripped tightly to her weapon, her cocky attitude faded as she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief.

                                          [color=cyan]"No...it can't be, there's no way.."[/color]

She didn't know what to think or do. Memories of the past alpha came to thought, but it was centuries ago she held that role. Since it was so long ago, she remained in doubt that the legacy carried forward. She stared down the giant, planning in her head how to flee if an attack comes at random.