Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

It took a long time before the dark stranger appeared and to Wraen, who had been expecting his approach from a different direction alltogether, seemed as if he had materialized out of thin air. Just like that. 

She was a little wary in the beginning, because ther was still a certain distance between them and due to her being slightly nearsighted, she could not make much of the other's appearance. Yet, how many dark pelted wolves had she to fear in this world? Cerberus and only, when all three of them ganged together.

And, when she got to her feet to take few tentative steps closer, she reasoned that had it been any of the trio, she would have been acknowledged by now. He was a handsome man, yet his features and expression seemed to be lacking something very important. She could not quite put her paw on, what it was, but the closest description that she would have been able to give - she saw the shell in it's glory, but could make out nothing about the soul that was hidden within.

She sat down again, wagged her tail a bit and regarded him in a friendly curiousity. Yet she did not take the first step, letting the tall, dark and handsome stranger take initiative in his own paws.