She watched intently at the wolf who was playing it's part of town mutt or household pet perfectly, almost as if it was an art that had been mastered.<br/>Occasionally a few gusts of chilled wind would blow and the fur on the wolf would swirl in the breeze, blue canine eyes intensified and brightened by the white snow, there was depth to those eyes, the more Zaylee looked the more mysterious the wold became.<br/><br/>She took a cautious step back when it approached her but she made no attempt to escape, just like the wolf made no attempt to attack.<br/>It walked closer, staying in a submissive position occasionally letting out a high-pitched whimper or whine that assured Zaylee that she had nothing to fear, nothing that she was aware of yet.<br/><br/>The wolf was now right in front of her, it was massive in size, the largest she had ever seen. This was obvious even now in it's hunched down state.<br/>She felt it's warm tongue lick her hand, in return she gently stroked behind it's ear, the fur was coarse yet soft at the same time "Sorry if my hand is cold"<br/>She spoke quietly not sure if she was understood or not and definitely not expecting an answer.<br/>She pulled her hand away and looked around the clearing once again, weren't wolves meant to be in packs?<br/>Maybe she was dealing with something different to what she originally thought, alpha maybe?<br/>She tucked the strands of brown hair that had been blown out of position back behind her ear, what was the wolf going to do next she wondered.