Swiftcurrent Creek whoop, there it is

Fox grinned, amused and delighted by his running mouth. She, of course, was a wolf of few words, sans the times she got going about the creek's history. “Ranting?” she asked, “Sounds to me like you were just talkin’ to yourself.” Fox had barely understood any of it, but she didn't like him any less for it. Like any new male who came under her rule, she was already picking out his best features.

This one, she thought, has quite a luxurious coat. Not only that, but he had plenty of muscle tone, made more apparent by the smoothing of his coat by the water. His eyes were the color of a warm sunset, unlike Fox's dull grey ones. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Farkas.” A pleasure indeed.