Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

The sweet melody ended just as abruptly as it had began, and immediately, Genie straightenened, a sharp sense of sudden alertness draping over her figure. Her eyes narrowed, her ears twitched and her muscles tensed beneath her feathery shadowed pelt. Of course, there was also the fact that if anything, the stranger should be warier than herself, after all, it had been her than snuck up on the other, not the other way around. That thought alone should be incentive enough for her to move forward into the open and greet the fellow wolf, but for some strange reason, she didn't move. 

So, the other sought her out, it seemed. Genie saw her mismatched eyes first. One was the colour of the sun, an orb of burning gold and fierce fire, whilst the other was a shining silver reminiscent of the moon's sterling light. The first thought to cross her mind was how beautiful and striking those eyes were, then her train of thought wandered along the lines of how strange it was to have two eyes of different colour. Genie, however, dismissed the second thought as soon as it arrived. Who cared if it was strange, as long as it was uniquely beautiful? This was the kind of thing her parents would have thought of as a curse, whereas she would've thought of it as some sort of blessing. She supposed that it was that difference which drove her away from her family.

Genie tossed that thought aside. Now wasn't the time for that. 

There was a voice to match those eyes. The voice that had been singing earlier. Genie shifted her weight between her paws, suddenly nervous, before she opened her maw and in a soft, lilting voice, replied. "Hey," she said, immediately regretting her choice of words. Why, why was she so ineloquent with spoken words? Genie scowled to herself, but otherwise, shook those thoughts aside as she, in turn, with cautious movements moved closer to the stranger until the other was no longer a silhouette in the blackness of the night.