Dawnlark Plains don't call [m]e grimgram

The nearer the huntress came to the stranger, the older he seemed to become. If that fact would've dampened her interested, his voice more than made up for it. The song itself reminded the yougner wolf of happier, simpler times. Of her father, perhaps, who'd been known to sing himself, a bit, and who'd always been willing to entertain his daughters with a song.

Sensing that she'd been seen, Sunspot gave up her game once she'd circled around behind the male, and came up beside him without fear or stealth.

"Elvira your girl?" she asked, keeping a respectful distance from the male as she drew alongside him, but craning her neck toward him to take in his scent. "Seems she's a long way behind you," she decided, having detected no sign of company on his pelt. Perhaps it was a bit rude to mention, but Sunspot had never been known to pussyfoot around when there was something she wanted to know.