Sunset Valley the dog days are over

Hearing her company's enthusiasm, Muses stifled a giggle. He was an endearing creature, of succinct speech and open honesty. For the most part, he reminded her of how wonderful the wolves in her family were, and in that moment she was put at ease. She made no move to shoo him away when he approached, front teeth gingerly grasping at the crumbled bits of leaves that nestled in her coat. "What a mess!" Muses sighed, nibbling away as well, pulling out shedding fur and dead plant matter alike. Despite enduring the eternal struggles of having an extremely long and extremely thick coat, she did not seem too bothered by it. In fact, she seemed to brighten all the more, touched by Nassim's aid. "Thanks." She cooed softly, a hint of sheepishness in her tone as she struggled to remember that the young wolf really was a stranger, and not someone she had known all her life.

Finally, she took pulled away, taking several steps back, bracing herself for another mighty, albeit futile shake. Debris went flying from her coat, and although it did not seem to make a significant difference, Muses seemed satisfied with their effort to rid her fur of foreign objects. Flicking her ears defiantly, as if she had just proudly defeated some sort of enemy, she turned her pale, lilac tinted gaze back to the male. "And you as well. From where do you hail?" She queried, just as eager to converse with a fellow traveler as she would have been to pick the mind of a local. He did not look like a winter wolf, from what she knew of them, although his heavy double coat seemed to suggest that he was favourable to colder climates. In fact, he did not look at all intimidating. She suspected he was fully matured, yet there was something about him - perhaps wide eyes, soft ears, or downy looking fur? - that reminded her of a puppy. It was cute, regardless, and she liked him all the same.