Amusement washed over her as the stranger approached. It was easy to read. The cat was alone, scared in a way that was genuine. Soft’Willow stood taller. Towering over the other. She bent her head and approached.
“I’m not alone” she answered calmly “but, we’re not here to cause harm”
Her voice was gentle and warm. Not at all the voice of a threat.
“What’s your name?” She asked, something to break the ice and calm the girls nerves. “I’m Soft’Willow, my sons out hunting” her teal gaze swept out over the forest, like she was looking for someone out there. Likely the son she was just mentioning. Waiting for his return. Frankly, she was glad he wasn’t here. He could be so crude and off putting towards strangers. He didn’t trust others, his judgment was skewed.
He knew he was talking to someone, someone who put dangerous ideas and insecurity into his head. Made him distrustful, distracted. Love, however in the way that consumed him. There was nothing she could do for that. Support him, be there, obviously. However she knew if she pushed him too hard, she’d loose him to whoever was trying to take him.