"Just because I look more like my father doesn't mean I don't have anything from my mother. My mother is Malamute and my father is wolf. And why they sent the rowdiest leopard to protect me, I wouldn't know." She turned to look at him, her deep blue eyes looking at him. "Usually my parents are the only people to call me Ava. So, you must be the leopard with the unfortunate task of following me around." She looked back at her meal and sighed.<br/><br/>She took a few bites of the meat she had, then sighed again. "Just because I look like I'm a fighter, doesn't mean that I am. I hate fighting. I usually just do self defense..." She gazed at the letter for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Look... Let's start over."<br/><br/>She moved and offered her hand to him. "My name is Avaria. My parent call me Ava. And I'm sorry you got roped into this." She told him softly, her eyes letting out more of a soft tone to it.