OOC: It's not the first time he's had to deal with that problem 
Shawchert heard the voice, and it sounded scared, he turned backing away a little, knowing it was his height that intimidated. He saw the woman backing away and held up his hand, his own face a little surprised.
“It’s ok, there’s plenty of room for others, I’m just making sure things are well here. My name is Shawchert Menue, who might you be?
He hated not knowing all the pack members. Back when he was the leader he made it so that he talked to his members, and tried to get to know them, hopefully enough to where they would enjoy his company, and know he didn’t bite. He looked the woman up and down, and could see she was of nearly average luperci height, making her rather short in comparison to him. He saw her arm in a sling and his heart felt for her, and he couldn’t help but asking.
“What happened to your arm? You’re alright, yeah?
He was feeling rather protective of the woman now, as though one of the horses was going to break out of its stall and come charging at her and maul her, though he knew perfectly well that was not what horses did.
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