Sea Lion Shores Winged, Feathered Engel

She smiled and shook her head, wanting to protest his compliment. She wasn't that pretty. But she accepted it gracefully. Thank you. But your red is striking against the snow, if I may say that. She quirked her eyebrow at him as he directed a question her way. This is my home now. A group of wolves have accepted me as one of their own. Her eyes lit up with happiness as her tail wagged, her accent a bit thicker as she spoke with excitement, standing up while speaking. The one called Rosalyn is so nice, and the one they call Smoke, he's.. different, but I like him.
As she answered, her curiousity perked and her ears came forward, her head cocked to the left. I am not completely helpless, Engel. I may be small, but I can hold my own....What about you? Why are you here?