Whisper froze, her mind screaming to turn and run but her legs refusing to move as the wolfhound found her gaze and made his way over to her before setting the bag down and greeting her. The fear pulsated through her as her ears hugged her skull. "Miss? Are you alright?" The question brought Whisper out of her fear indused daze. Noticing the male's interest in her paw, her jaw flinched as she attempted to speak but failed. Quickly, her head flew down, glancing at her paw before back at the male. "I-um. Yes. I think, maybe," as she studdered, the female backed up, her rump backing into a garbage bin causing a loud metal clinking sound to echo in the alley. Her back arched as her head lowered instinctively to the loud sound before she let an uncomfortable laugh escape her muzzle. "I'm fine, I just uh..," Whisper smiled weakly as she stood in an awkward stance, her back slightly arched.