Ocean's Breath Plateau That's when Ms. Maria Reynolds walked into my life

She peered at the ocean, drinking in its beauty. She wiggled her paws over the edge, a tuneless hum rumbling in her throat. Her ears perked upwards at a soft, cultured voice, tinged with lust. A male. She turned to him, smirking before she even saw a glimpse of her face. He looked older than her, but that didn't make much difference to her. His eyes attracted her immediately; a shade she had not seen on a wolf of his color before. She had normally attributed red eyes to albinism, though this seemed to not be the case any longer. I understand, she said, her smirk widening to a smile.