Sea Lion Shores Winged, Feathered Engel

Engel grinned, meetings like this he enjoyed. Compliments going back and forth. "Thank you..." It seemed many found his red fur striking. But he was always one to find all others more striking than himself. 

Her answer struck him. Rosalyn, he had met her before. The brown female that had spotted him in a shallow river. And Smoke...she's didn't mean... "Do...do you mean Smokestep? Guess we're fellow crew...crew mate."

He tipped his head a little forward, then looked over his shoulder at himself. "I'm quite small too, as you can see." But most red wolves were, quite small compared to others. "You know Awinita? She's lovely, a real darling she is. Kind, sweet...a little bit mischievous like myself." He grinned with a knowing grin.