PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

A rustling at her back caught her attention, and the rosy femme turned her crown to peer into the brush with cherry orbs. She caught sight of a man with quite an interesting pelt, and glowing embers for eyes. Soft were the lyrics that fell from her lips, her greeting calm and kind. "Hello there stranger." She murmured, turning the rest of her immense frame to gaze head on at the man who stood in the shadows of the forest. For the first wolf she met upon these lands, he seemed quite interesting. She wondered what might become of the meeting between them, as she did with everyone she met. Something in his firestone orbs told her this meeting would be memorable; there was something about him that was different from the wolves she usually met back home, those that cowered at her feet, or attempted to attack right off the bat, or even simply ignored her due to her strange genetic trait. A few short wags of her tail alluded to her meaning no harm to the strange man. Glimmering in her raspberry pools was intrigue, but she kept her face neutral, not wanting to frighten off the man.