A Knight in Invisible Armor

Her large ears alerted the maned wolf to an unknown being approaching her from behind, and soon a bark of surprise was heard by the fiery dame. Turning her cranium to face the newcomer, she noticed it was simply a pale coated male wolf with golden optics. Her own purple eyes met the man's gaze calmly, and she smiled. Standing, she approached the much smaller wolf and lowered her cranium towards his. "Hola senor. What brings you to this little slice of heaven?" She asked, her native tongue slipping out accidentally. She was feeling uncomfortable looking down at the pale man, so she sat herself down on her haunches and let her cranium lower once more to meet his gaze calmly. The woman's ivory tipped tail rested on the ground behind her, too short to wrap around her ink dipped paws. How interesting, she had never met any wolves with a coat like this, it was so thick this one would have overheated and expired within a few days. She examined the magnificent pelt, awe struck by it's unique beauty. The only things that set her kind apart in pelt was the length of their ebony socks, or the size and colours of their throat patches. As well, she had heard that these wolves had different colours of eyes, instead of all having the same pigmentation in their irises that coloured them a dark brown. She wondered what this one was doing out here, seeming to be far from home, if home was the pack she had scented earlier, which clung heavily to his luxurious pelt.