The Same old Song and Dance

As she looked at the pearl she wolf, she noticed something in those aqua and honey orbs, but dismissed it. Wrapping her tail around her paws once more, she lowered her head to pick out a small twig from the long silky strands of fur. Peeling back her lips from her large, razor sharp teeth, she gently removed it from her banner. Deceptively delicate ivory tiara moved by powerful neck muscles, she flung it onto the snow a distance away. Her perfectly sculpted ears, rounded where there should be a point, caught the cream furred damsels reaction. A smile appeared once more on that flawless, angelic face, pleased to find that someone took interest in her past. Returning her moonstone pools to gaze at the other wolf, she listened to her question and thought back to the night after the ceremony. The dreams that filled her head afterwards, while she slept next to her parents for the last time, while her brother and sister rested their heads over her back, snuggling beside her in celebration, pride. She smiled at the ground, her gaze had cast itself there in thought, and looked up with a broad but sly grin curving her lips, revealing pearl razors in a lupine grin. No, I did not feel it, necessarily, but I knew it was there. Was all she said, voice soft once more, silky, otherworldly and distant. She looked at the she wolf before her, her infinite mind sensing something hiding within the maiden's soul. But enough about me, what about you, my dearest Song? I sense an intriguing history behind those unique eyes. She asked, tilting her cranium to the side and looking at her with a single eyebrow raised quizzically. She was not trying to be creepy, she simply spoke in a manner that was more old fashioned, more outspoken. So she waited, a statue of elegance and beauty, curious about the wolf she was giving the stories of her past to so trustingly.