Well, this was a very sad moment for me.

Basically the last moments of her giving me a "Chance".

Look at her ears: Straight forward. Taking in any sounds I might make. She's a wolf, so she's listening for a growl, a whine, anything to tell her my mood.

No whites of the eyes, because she "Sees" something good in me, but at the same time, I'm a big, scary dude to her. I remind her of some asswipe who was mean to her when she was younger.

She's not paying attention to my hand. She's paying attention to me. "Do I run, now? What are your eyes saying? What scent am I smelling? Is it fear? And why are you afraid?"

I am afraid because I am nervous she'll run and not give me another chance.

Turns out my fear was real.

Her head is up, and she is fully aware, the instinct to run is growing, right at this exact moment. I mean, this *exact* moment. She's about to bolt.

Because I was nervous.

I turn around, distracted by something, I turn too quickly, I move too fast and she's gone when I turn back around.

When I see her running pacing, I just want to comfort her, hold her and tell her it's okay, I am not that guy.

Poor girl.