prettiest face i've ever seen

She'd take a deep breath as dark paws brought her to the edge of the territory, bright eyes taking in the sights as her nose took in all the scents. Valentine's was the strongest, she'd notice as she brought her haunches beneath her. Motif was on her mind, her sister was well fed and sleeping. Recovering from the taxing birth she'd just endured. Rhythm had to guess that she'd be like that for a few more weeks at least. Even if she had told her about this date it was unlikely that Motif would have been able to comprehend what it was she was up to. Better to save the story until after she recovered. 

She could feel the butterflies enraged within her gut as she reclined back onto her haunches, tail curling around her delicate paws. Her form would remain still there for many moments as she willed the confidence to tilt back her head and call for the tall wolf. Licking her lips Rhythm would tilt her head back slowly, finally finding her breath was able to be released. No matter the nerves her voice was still beautiful, calling melodically for her date. Her litter's musical nature coming through in her howl. 

Her song would finish, and her features would return to a more neutral position as blue and purple gaze would seek out the form of Valentine through the gentle snow showers. The precipitation would fall gently around her, the light of the sun unable to filter down through the thick clouds. It was likely the temperature would turn icy by the end of the day.