Neverwinter Forest Girl, use me while you can

He was quick to notice her, and soon the two wolves were headed towards each other. Lyra kept casual in her approach, slow and meandering as if she was hesitant in wasting time conversing with mere mortals such as he. The man had managed to catch her interest, though, which was why she had entered the forest in the first place. His greeting was met with a nod as they finally came upon each other, and the girl regarded him with a tilt of her head.

A fair size. Tall. An impossibly white coat. Alya would love him, she thought, though realised his eyes were the wrong colour. At least, part of them. Her own gaze lingered curiously on his duo-toned one for a moment longer than intended before she let out a soft but friendly, "hi." The silence that followed asking a benign question — what do you want?