Haunted Wood come away to the water

The wind would not be in her favor this time, so she was ignorant of the presence of another long enough for her to get comfortable. She stretched and sprawled out her limbs in front and behind her and yawned. Really, with or without people it was a sleepy kind of day. Maybe, she could take a nap...

But that had to wait. Someone was nearby. Orson grinned when she heard the chuff, long before she turned her head towards its owner. He was a large wolf, larger than her for sure, with dark black fur, absorbing most light and only reflecting at his shoulders. What really got to her was his eyes. One matched hers, but the other was pale green. She thought he was handsome immediately, but whether she liked him was another thing entirely. Hey there, Orson said. Her tail waved lazily, still uncertain of the man's intentions, but glad to have someone to talk to here.