Altar of Twilight I am bouncing off these walls

He was a big, drooping ball of fluff and sadness - his rough coat seemingly curling down at every end. He didn't know why it seemed that way to him, perhaps because he felt like it. He blinked his foggy eyes, brilliantly blue clashing with the coolness of the mountain's foot. He liked this place... calm and nice - and girl... Wait, girl? He hadn't spotted the young shadow of a girl the first time, but as her footfalls came closer he was forced to look. Stare, look and not even feel threatened. He was no wolf, not in his mannerisms - just something much paler than whatever she saw. Something more broken than bones once one tumbled off the mountain.

Hey... He replied, sad eyes curling slightly up as he forced at least some friendliness into his facial features. His massive form, however, was kept bend down - large paws motioning her to come closer. He had no ill intentions, and even if she had... Was she any match for him? He was all muscle, not much fat left from his youthful days.