Overture Downs Alone under a thousand souls

To sneak was the last thing on Clary's list of things to do tonight, even less, now that she'd spotted the lump of a shadow in the grass. In fact, to sneak wasn't even in her vocabulary; the mere sight of another was enough to shoot her tail in a wild circle, and to set her step with a spring. The night was young, the stars so bright, and the chilliness of autumn (or probably just the fact she'd been alone so long...) made her giddy for new company, as much as any other season did.

"Hello!" her voice rose with the perk of her ears, and she quirked the stranger a smile. With the thick blackness of his fur, he pretty much was the night, almost like he had been born from the darkness itself - but that was silly, of course, because everyone knew wolves came from other wolves, and that made them all like her, and thus, viable candidates for friends, acquaintances, or general fellows she would smile at, but like... safely... from afar, and she wondered which category this man would fit into.