The 'me' in the 'me and you'

He didn’t go any further into the den, he didn’t want to tread on another person's space. He did however occupy himself by trying to figure out who the absentee-wolf was. The Auntie of Vail’s that had been a healer. Had his sweet Winter Rose every mentioned her name to him? He rolled a few musical words off his tongue, before he gave up. He turned around to find something else to occupy his time with, and came face to face with his name.

He lifted his head a little higher, and saw the white wolf. She took his breath away.
Her confident stroll over the soft grass gave the appearance of gliding. The shades of her coat where highlight by golds and greens as the sunshine shone through the canopy and alighted upon her.

She was, without a doubt. Beautiful.

“Well, I mean, it could use a little work.” he cleared his throat, there had been a catch in his words, and he found himself unable to lift his gaze from the wolf before him. He was starstruck. The promise of youth had blossomed in her, gangly legs and attitude had become lithe grace and confidence. He had been overwhelmed with seeing her again in the cave on the Island, and then he had been beside her the whole walk to Abaven. Now, now he was seeing her with fresh eyes. They weren’t distracted by reunion, and memories. She was here and new before him.