oh, the weather outside is frightful

a man would appear, his coat the color of soot and ash like the eruption had caused the landscape. her eyes went to him, taking her first partner in with a welcoming smile. he asked if she was the 'minx' he was supposed to find, and the woman chuckled warmly. "if this minx is named Willoughby, then yes" she replied, twisting her body to face the man properly. "am I quite right to assume your name is Dagfinn?"

some wolves were named after what they looked like but some were not. she had found many names did not match their owners at first. Willoughby did not know what a 'dagfinn' was supposed to be, but she thought it fit the man nonetheless. it sounded foreign and mysterious. did she also detect a bit of an accent? she did. where was he from? well, she supposed she should confirm first if they were meant to be in the same area right now. some wolves could get lost or forgo in favor of finding their own partners.