Shadowwyn Moor teach us things about our own tongue

the approach of another compelled merrick to raise his head, but he did not stir. another wolf, bearing a scent he recognized as that of easthollow, her colours a palette of dessert hues in the half-light. the she-wolf greeted him, and the boy crossed his forepaws at the ankle. "hello." 
he wished to be alone with the dark thoughts that plagued him, but perhaps there was some benefit to being distracted at this time. she certainly was pretty, in a way he had not seen before, and merrick allowed himself a brief perusal of her features as he waited for the woman's answer.