Sea Lion Shores dragonfly, doesn't matter

Her eyes sparkled as they scanned the horizon, her tiny paws hitting the snow, barely making a dent in the pure whiteness. It was beautiful up here. If not for her wanderlust and her drive to find her father, she would have had settled here once upon a time. Her long full tail swished back and forth as she picked her way through the rocky shoreline. Swiveling her ears to listen in front of her, a pull, a call, pushed her on as she moved across this land. 
Her amber eyes fell on a wolf, and her mouth almost fell open as her lips uttered one word. Hermosa. She was striking, and her curiousity took a hold of her. How did they greet? Her lips turned up into a smile as she remembered and chuffed as friendly as she could.