The tall man standing before her smelled almost like a wolf. Something of her basic kind, anyway. Although Silva felt more than a little nervous at how callous he seemed to be, especially on the night of a full moon when most wolves(or whatever he was) should be acting more bestial, and not perfectly calm and collected as this one seemed.<br/><br/>In fact, Silva felt so nervous that she didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything. Instead she took a few steps back, slowly because she didn't want to give the impression that she was any kind of threat, and basically she hid behind the other female wolf.<br/><br/>Besides, given her first impression of the other female, she was pretty sure that the other one would have no problem speaking first. So Silva just bit her lip nervously as she gazed up at the tall man, trying to decide if she should just run, as this one seemed particularly dangerous in a way she couldn't explain. Only her sense of desperation kept her from ceding her ground altogether.