Wapun Meadow Ku'uipo

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He held her gaze as the stranger inclined her head to lock eyes with the wolfdog - he was connected from afar with eyes as sweet as honey, a pool of fathomless light that he struggled to comprehend. How could she be so untouched by the terrors of the world? So pure and... and... gods, her coat was a beautiful blend of pale gold, capturing the sun's rays and painting them in the vanilla strands of her fur with an unspoken grace - he couldn't sweep over it. 

But then he forced himself to remember: never judge a book by its cover. No doubt she claimed some sort of secrets, just as he did. Just as everyone did.

Mawk shook away any lingering thoughts, sucked away by the smooth voice that swept to the blackened tips of his ears. Aloha, she said, and though he didn't understand the meaning behind the word, he took it to be her greeting; dipping his chin toward her and waving the curled tail upon his back to show he was no threat on this frigid day. "Hello," he returned to her, but blinked in mild surprise as she made mention of the Easthollow scent upon his pelt.

The teasing grin made a single brow raise in curiousity, lips threatening to tug upward in a smile of his own - what on earth was she grinning at? "I... yes, I am. You know about Easthollow?"