Birthright

Inside Echo's skull, the Wolf made a noise, and as she looked at the hand her dark eyes flashed briefly gold. Her hands were callused from the sculpting she'd done in the past, and her fingers made contact with Dori's a little tentatively. The blonde's hand was cold.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you."

Shy was not the same thing as afraid. It might be a thin line, but it was there. The hybrid's stern and occasionally sour mouth lifted slightly at the corners.