Phoenix Maplewood DO NOT ENGAGE

When the dark figure appeared up ahead, Easy was almost certain she knew who it was. Without a second thought, she'd bounded forward, tail wagging, calling out a greeting of, "Hey - "

And then she'd stopped, realizing she'd never gotten the name of the awkward, handsome stranger she'd met in the grotto earlier that month. And, having no way to hail him, she'd settled for gazing imploringly, which led to the discovery that she didn't know this wolf at all. Where her man's eyes had been yellow, this one had tangy orange. Their builds, too, were slightly different, and this man's face was hardened with age.

"Oh," she said, reeling back with some embarrassment. "Sorry - I thought you were someone else." But while she was slightly less excited to meet a perfect stranger rather than the one she'd laid claim to, this man was no less interesting than the last - and seemed far less likely to puke on himself.