Iolas did not yet approach, even after he was spotted; a verbal show of friendliness was not inherently friendly, and the hunter had been around wild animals long enough to know that they were unpredictable. His ears twisted around with uncertainty, but he allowed himself to rise from his crouch until he was sitting.
Apologies, I wasn’t sure if you were really a wolf,he explained, still speaking to her from the shadows. In spite of sitting, he remained hunched, hoping the shadows still had his back,
I’ve heard stories of spirits, fae, and sirens, and, well… You look otherworldly, lass.