High Hawk Season

She folded her ears back and stared at the wolf, almost frightened. "I am...deciding whether I should return to pack or not." She said shyly. She had never before been approached so kindly by a wolf as large as him. She had never been approached by a wolf as large as him period. On all fours she barely reached his shoulder, and yet here he was, laying before her, her topaz staring into rubies. " The desert is my home. I have no fear of it." The femme explained. "But thick coated wolves do not tread in the desert without reason. Why do you brace the sands and heat?" She asked, ears pricking up as she spoke.
Speech!