Picture Perfect

Aine's ears flicked at the new arrival on the scene, with her stormy grey eyes smiling. "Och, my apologies," the elegant silver wolf uttered in her Irish accent, "I did no' mean te utter tha'. If ye want the clarification, it means 'By the life of Cernunnos. It looks just like my birthplace'."

She turned back to glance over the view before looking back at the newcomer. "Helloo te ye, as well, me laddie, how are ye this fine day?" She flashed a white grin, the sun dappling her coat in a dazzled light show.