Dog Without Flaws

The clouds above would be no friend today as they shielded the sun, casting the world around them in a dreary even tone of grey.

Morwenna slowly blinked her deep lavender eyes as she felt the other's eyes appraise the wolfdog's slender form. It was not often these wide shouldered wolves saw a body so willowy and narrow. A brisk breeze picked up around them and carried with it a curl of Morwenna's fur teasing on the air. The brilliantly colored woman before her was not as stockily shaped as the others of her kind either, she had a curve to her neck and chest that Morwenna admired herself. The way the other carried herself too was confident, commanding, strong. Even if the cloudy light had cast a shadow on the scene, the young woman was a beacon of pastels against the dried snow-covered grasses around them.

Morwenna's lips curled knowingly as Calliope mentioned her brother Skald. Oh yes, he would be a fine suitor for the task, but he was not here, was he?
She tittered delightedly as the pastel girl boldly mentioned how she was here, so why did she need to go elsewhere? She ignored a bird flying overhead, its song was not as interesting as the girl next to her.

"Oh my, Calliope! I don't think I've ever experienced this specialty of yours! Things go boom? A catalyst? Tell me more!" Morwenna leaned in with wide interested eyes. What did she mean by that?