Dragoncrest Cliffs Difficult and dance round this one

Hux hears a light chuff and turns to face the one who had sounded it. Iron eyes widened, for he had not expected Portia to be a young woman of such beauty, or uniqueness. Her white fur is speckled and spotted, a color combination he has yet to have seen, along with vibrant green jewels for eyes. Between her jaws she carries a bundle of marigolds, useful plants, he knows. This is how he identifies her as the she-wolf he seeks, but he feels it would be rude not to ask and make sure.

Are... are you Portia, miss? he asks in his soft way. His tail, lowered out of respect, swishes gently at his heels.