Guardian of the night

It had been pure chance that she'd caught a whiff of her mother's scent, which was odd. Song shouldn't have strayed this far from home, but grief did wonders for the legs and feet, gave them a mind of their own. The babe knew this better than most. However, with no real attachment to a place, the lass had decided to follow her mother's scent. Tea cupped paws would strike the terra with near complete silence, and a liquid grace of her long limbs brought her across the terrain with great, long strides. Mismatched audits flicked back and forth, seeking out a trace of sound that might give her a better idea of where she was.
Distraction came in the form of a magnificent grove of willows, and the gentle trickling of a stream. It was only a minor detour, right? She would slip between the dancing branches, the supple wood grazing her flanks as she moved between them. It was lovely, and the stream that wove among the roots attracted her like a moth to a flame. Tiara would lower, and her long salmon tongue would slip from between dark lips to steal some of the crystalline fluid. She had become fairly thirsty after her trek, and who knew when she might come across such a lovely opportunity.
The flash of a violet form within the trees drew her gaze, and a somewhat confused expression would melt into a mask of curiosity. An intrigued glimmer would be found within the dual toned optics of the pallid princess, and she would trot after the receding shape. The swing of hips and the swish of a tail would allude to the form being lupine, but how could a wolf be purple? Long legs would soon bring her upon this strange sight, and a joyous glint would come into the she wolf's orbs. The wolf had come to be seated in the shade, but there was no mistaking her coat. A small, shocked gasp would escape her lips. You've got a lovely colour to you, miss. She murmured, smiling a little to herself more than anything. Is it real? She would inquire next, her lips moving before her brain could stop them. She lowered herself slowly to the terra, rump resting upon the lush grass as her tail laid out beside her. Sanguine and golden pools would fix upon the lilac features of the stranger.