Wapun Meadow Ku'uipo

Your writing in that was beautiful !

Despite being directly in between two neighboring packs, the flower of a girl hadn't expected company. She sprung backward when the stranger announced himself, her gaze filled with obvious confusion, eventually morphing into one of relief. Although his arrival wasn't anticipated it was far from unwelcome. She forced him to linger in stiff silence as she observed his face. 

Finally, the she-wolf spoke. "Aloha,"  she sang, her voice rich and surgery like Virginia honey.  

Something about him was... peculiar. His smell close to the usual wolf- and Easthollow- but his musk was tainted with a less familiar brew. Wolfdog. The puzzles clicked into place once she spotted his curled tail, forcing her to smile brightly. Her home was one accustomed to many half-breeds, quarter breeds, even full-blooded dogs. They all lived in harmony amongst the rocks, but she had spoken to few longer than a passing conversation. 

"You're from Easthollow," Her tone had a hint of teasing, similar to a pups taunting. Still, her genuine grin made it clear she meant no harm.