Blackbeak Bluff And Another One

The shadowy girl approached, and it brought an excited little whine from his throat. Sitting down, tall and gentlemanly as usual, he awaited her to get closer as to not spook her. Zephyr knew he wasn't exactly a puppy, and some could take his lightly scarred and massive frame to mean he was aggressive. The girl kept a distance, which he could understand, but at least now his eyes could sweep curiously over her dark-but light?-coat. He had a hard time deciding what color her fur was before figuring that just the tips of her fur were white. Can't say I've seen a coat like that before. Beautiful.
Zephyr didn't voice his thoughts, but instead started conversation.
               "Hello! I'm Zephyr, Zephyr Maverick."