Bramblepoint amenamy

If he was a more observant fellow, or really any sort of normal man at all, he would've taken special note of her soft features, the velveteen quality of her ears (even the notched one), and her trim legs. Coupled with her deep but vibrant blue eyes, which he caught sight of when she smiled up at him and indicated with her body that she was not a threat, he ought to have been captivated by the pretty wolfess from Moonspear. He did, in fact, sink in their depths for just a second before regaining himself; after all, beauty had no practical purpose as far as he knew (poor boy was still so oblivious at two years old) and Nightjar was mostly interested in the practical when it came to others. He'd never seen eyes so blue, though. They were something else.

So what he saw instead was the notch in her ear, a sign of having been in some conflict before, and the halting wag of her tail that said, I'm friendly! He let his own wave to match it, and lowered his guard. She was too far from the Caldera to be even a remote threat to his family and there was nothing about her to suggest she was a threat even if she was much closer. Nightjar underestimated Lyra, though. It would have been a dangerous mistake had he chosen to attack her. He would have learned of the Cerberus that day.

Instead, he settled slowly back on his haunches with a grunt and asked, "what're you doing?" To him, it had looked a little bit like hunting, only she wasn't following a scent trail. She was rooting around a bush that—he took a deep sniff of the air—seemed devoid of any prey.