Portrait of a Dream

A man appeared in short order, and Mirajane perked up. He was a lot bigger than her and his coat was so red and pretty. She smiled, tail wagging a bit. She quirked her head to the side, waiting a breath, to see if any spirits were planning on joining her. They had been oddly distant for the last few days but Mira wasn't too worried about it. It had happened before, anyways. "Hi there!" she chirped, voice chipper. The smaller girl drew in a breath. "So I met a wolf here in the winter and he seemed nice and I was wondering if maybe he was still here and if maybe I could visit or stay a while or something, like I know this is a pack and maybe you don't accept everyone but I really don't know how to take care of myself on my own and maybe I could help you out or something if that would be alright with you." She dragged in another breath, lungs thoroughly expended from that long-winded plea. She was nervous though, her legs were shaking. It occurred to her at once that she didn't even know this guy's name, let alone if he was even in a position to allow her into the pack. She gasped and dipped into a quick bow. "Oh! I'm Mirajane Luxion." Manners had never really been her strong point, but no one could say she didn't try.