Arrow Lake she's intimidating and brooding

as invited, the hound trotted forward, bobbing his head in silent appreciation of her reception. "i hope i find you well this morning, my lady," he greeted while coming to stand near enough to share a hushed conversation with her. his silver eyes draped over her, unabashed and openly appraising. if not for the telling firmness around her midsection, stigmata would have found no fault in the earthen victress. she was an exemplary she-wolf - the kind he had been born to worship - but had been claimed by some absentee blight, and he would not be able to overlook this until she had popped.

upon noticing no blatant unrest, continued: "i came to see how you are adjusting... and to learn what more i could of you, if you would be inclined to share."