Hooked on A Feeling

"Huata." He repeated. "That's quite the name." He chuckled. His voice was something to truly be admired. Feminine in tone, with a distinct calming note to it. He seemed to be the kind of wolf to talk anyone down from a fight. And truly he was. More than anything he believed in peaceful resolution above confrontation, something his boorish brother had always mocked him for. But his brother wasn't here now was he? He chuckled again. "Not that it's a bad name. It's quite beautiful." He hummed, tilting his head slightly. "So what brings you out here dearest Huata?" He asked, his tail subtly but swiftly falling on top of hers in a gentle caress