Silverlight Terrace reflections still look the same to me

Short. <3

To her great displeasure, her solitude is interupted by the obviously masculine chuff of another and it takes every ounce of control to not snarl irritably at the noise. Her eyes tear away from the sky and settle on the grayscale wolf a short, but respectful, distance off. The cast of her eyes is frigid as she ascertains his intentions, health, and worth. It doesn't take long for her to come to a suitable conclusion, one that allows the flare of her hackles to flatten to a more measurable degree and her eyes to drift back to the sky, silently allowing him to join her.