She pulled her knees up to her chest, folded her arms over them and rested her chin on her arms. She began to drift off, his voice was deep and monotonous, it blended in with the soft sounds of the river and forest and she was full. But then she heard something behind her and came fully awake, you didn’t survive long in the wilderness without learning to go straight from sleep to wakefulness at the first out-of-place sound.
"Someone's here. Can you smell it?"
“No but I heard it,” She replied as she dashed behind the man and peeked around him to see what the sound had been. A woman stood in a clearing behind them, frozen, her eyes wide with fear and clutching the reigns of a prancing horse, which the girl recognized as the source of the noise in the back of her mind.
In the dim the woman’s pale hair and skin seemed to glow like the moon, and her eyes were almost ice, with just the slightest hint of green.
The woman’s beauty frightened her as much as the wolfman’s masculinity had, too often she had watched beautiful things kill. She stepped back from him, if he had to fight she didn’t want to be in his way. If he has to fight… why am I so sure he won’t run and leave me? But she was sure, so she waited and watched with eyes glowing green out of the darkness.