The Sunspire I got tired of the song and decided not to start a new one

Wraen had not expected to meet anyone here, since wolves preferred life in the flatlands below to the cliffs and rocks, and was not too happy to be disturbed at first. But she turned to see, who it was, and was met with a good-natured face and the eyes in color of molten gold and sunlight. "Ah... hey!" she blushed beneath her fur, feeling embarrassed for her moment of weakness. Staring was not considered polite, but her suddenly giddy-self implied that she could look and look, and look in those eyes forever and drown there even. Silly, really...

She got to her feet, reminded herself that she had once been queen of these mountains and therefore had a reputation to keep. And yet, when she looked at the agouti pelted fellow again, there was more in her smile than just friendly politeness. Unbeknownst to her she was beaming. "How can I help you?" she asked.