Altar of Twilight You'll float too

She'd been so sure she was alone, but it wasn't moments into her bask that she found herself disturbed by the call of another. The young wolf tensed, flipping onto her stomach as a trilling of fear, and some shade of guilt, seized her up. She dug her claws into the loam, prepared to spring away from the large, glowing brute that drew nearer and nearer still— but she didn't flee from him immediately.

Upon closer inspection, he seemed much less aggressive than she had been startled into imagining at first. His aurelian fur had been bleached by the tall moon, and his warm, dulcet voice lured her further into remaining... for now. Her ears folded back, and she tried not to look too offended— trying to appear above it all— though she was clearly a bit flustered. "I thought I was alone," she said with quiet defensiveness instead of answering his question.