Kenya pondered the man's scent, why was he different from all the others here? Since she was young, she really had trouble telling a werewolf from all the other people who were around. But she felt perhaps he could help her. From his scent, she could tell he was strong. She shyly approached him, though she was scared that he would not help her. Why would a stranger face her Alpha? Why would a stranger do what needed to be done? It seemed obvious that she needed to get to know him before anything got done. She drew closer to him, smiling hoping her beauty would bewitch him like it had her Alpha. But by her movements you could tell that she was scared, unsure of herself. She seemed to have a posture that said she was lower than everyone else, even though she had an Alpha that was interested in her. She was not a woman who was full of herself, maybe because the Alpha controlled her. She looked over him, her voice soft as she spoke to him.<br/>"Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you'd join me."<br/>The people in the bar whispered, they had heard people had gotten killed once they gotten close to her. But they were pretty sure that was just rumors. She seemed to sweet to kill anyone, to sweet to be a werewolf. The scent was heavy on her once she got closer. It might be more obvious she was the one he had been sensing, yet there were many other people here. You couldn't be too careful.