Wapun Meadow in the beginning

He brushed his nose low over the crumbled ice at the edge of the river, and was disappointed to see the whole thing was frozen over. Bummer. Getting a drink would have to wait. All the while, Oni kept one ear trained on Liatris. He kept his interest as aloof as he could, but he was naturally a curious thing, and certainly wanted to know what brought another wolf out alone in winter. It wasn't a usual habit for their kind. But Oni was also a little bit queer in his tendencies, and wouldn't come right out and make it known.

Liatris' voice cut a formal and nearly commanding air across the distance between them, and at last, Oni lifted his spruce eyes to meet her gaze momentarily. Her eyes were a gentle brown, like a doe's. He could tell in the lines of her face that she was young, possibly even younger than him, and he lifted himself to his full average height without much fanfare in light of that fact. His tail swished pensively at his thighs as he considered Liatris across the way, then quirked his head a little to the left and ventured, "and?"