Sunset Valley When the Canary doesn't sing...

She nodded to the male, listening closely to his story. "Are you traveling towards family, or are you a dispersal?" She tilted her head, blue eyes lit with true curiosity. He was kind, a stranger, but he felt very familiar. It was probably just the fact that they shared a similar story. To loners, bad pasts, seemingly kind-hearted. She smiled and perked her ears, excited to hear. She wondered if he was traveling from a mate and pups, after all, he seemed the age to have a mate. He had a nice pelt too, which would just help him. She could see how any wolf would find him attractive.