Gyrfalcon's Keep Imma shine

As she kept talking, the mix watched as the wolfess's smile grew. Her long tail swished, and she grinned as she spoke. Her Spanish was indeed rusty, but it was like a salve to her soul as she continued. Sitting down, the laughter almost surprised her. It was a sweet sound, and she grinned lopsidedly at her. Ears forward, she caught her name. Rosalyn. Pretty. She wondered what it meant. ,
Hesitating she studied her for a moment. It wouldn't hurt, would it? Her voice was kept light, but there was a slight mix of anger and sadness. My search for my father drew me north. I caught his scent a few weeks ago, but lost it, so I made a detour north. 
Her tail flicked at memories, but she shook her head slightly and her face cleared. But it is beautiful country. I miss my desert, but for beauty, it isn't lacking. Her love for beauty showed in her soft smile.