Hoshor Plains and the skies are not cloudy all day

I love Earthsea.

A young, seemingly healthy wolf approached him, and Dune was unsurprisingly wary. He had learned during his travels that each wolf could be cruel or kind, easy-going or hard, good or evil. Fortunately for him, he had run into more of the good than the bad. He considered it all luck and not any superior judgment on his own part. Dune was a simple wolf, and he did not think he possessed any ability to judge a wolf simply by looking at him or her. Instead, he preferred to let strangers show him in their own way what their true colors were.

This particular female didn't have any features that made her noticeable right away, though upon approaching her more closely, he did notice one ear was neatly folded down. Apart from that, she was your typical run-of-the-mill grey wolf, likely seeking out things every wolf did: food, shelter, and companionship.