and wild plum trees in tremulous white

Day felt awkward and ungainly as the dainty creature approached and touched her nose to his chin. He glanced toward his son, thinking that he would've rather met the woman on his own, rather than with Sunny there to witness his father's awkwardness around pretty women. Still, half-rising, he sniffed the stranger in turn, his nostrils flaring as he took in the many strange scents that coated the woman's pelt.

Eventually, intrigue won over anxiety. Day stood more fully, towering over the darker shewolf, and began to circle around her, taking in scents from her cheek, her sides, her underbelly, her rump. Eventually, he had come back again to her front, where he offered a doleful woof of inquiry and another aimless wag of his tail.

What's up? he wanted to ask. Why the hell are you just standing here, not talking to us?

But the curiosity was only idle. Grayday's interest waned as she contined to be silent. He found himself looking to Sunny again, waiting for something to happen.