Zellira was just about to put a second piece of meat on for the stunningly thin wolf as a thin whine escaped his teeth, followed by a snarl. Zellira tensed, her eyes catching the stranger full on, her sword in her hand and the meat on the ground in seconds. Her eyes told her nothing was strange about this man but her heart told her something very different. Her blood felt like it was frozen in her veins but she was breaking into a cold sweat, feeling heat that radiated off her skin without really feeling it. She couldn't tell anything of this man's intension, but tingles prickled up and down her back. She lowered her sword, still on edge, but managed to force a single sentence out from between clenched teeth. "What do you want?"