Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

He did the same to her as she did to him; his dark eyes appraised her, taking particular note of the sharpness of her ears and the slim profile of her muzzle. His eyes need not travel the lean construction of her body too long, for it was apparent in the latter two features that she was cut from the same fabric as he. She was exactly whom he sought, and he rose to his feet as he realized this, but he did not seek to approach yet. One corner of his mouth was pulled up and his tail drifted across his hocks as he waited.