Dandelion Dreams

The chuckle of the other woman was a light thing, yet still sweet to the ears. Where had this other femme come from? She seemed so exotic and strange. Her accent, her expressions, her forms of laughter... they were unlike those of other wolves she had met. She carried herself in a different way as well, a proud way and yet not seeming egotistical, but more along the lines of elegant. She was a curious being to be sure. Upon giving her name the golden and cream woman would politely dip her head forward, giving forth her own name. Alice Buxton. She would smile, finding it fascinating and wonderful that their names were so similar. Well, their first names at least.

"Likewise, Alice. Always a pleasure to meet a wolf who can be kind." The compliment paid to her coat caught her a bit off guard. She had been told it was interesting and unique before, but never lovely. She would blink, twitching her ears a bit in embarrassment. "Thank you, Alice. Though yours is something quite lovely as well. I've never seen such a beautiful color on any other wolf, and you wear it well. It goes along with you perfectly." It pleased her that she could give the other female such an honest compliment.

"I'm quite curious as to where you hail from, if you don't mind sharing. I've never come across anyone like you. Though I mean that in a good way I assure you."