Hushed Willows Gestält

The beautifully solemn dark female padded softly through the dawn, the cool breeze brushing her maw. She had been wandering for so long now, as she had come all the way from porcupine ridge. It was, yes, a ways away, but she was a quick traveler and happened to find herself among the sunspire. 

Yawning, the Dober-wolf sat, ears surveying the area. Her sensitive ears picked up the noise of a yawn and the shaking of a thick pelt. She was up on her feet at once. He was so near, and she hadn't noticed, as her thoughts occupied every sense lately. Her head whipped around, finding a large wolf male not to far behind her. Raising her sleek, well-figured head, she gazed at him. The Okamiinu chuffed, her buttery voice traveling towards him.