Silver Creek quiet night

A wild entrance she thought, as the other barged within giving a wild jump across to her side. A tailess wolf, she originally thought, before Miriam's wisps were to get a clearer image to what he really was- a dog. Though she held no ill-intent toward them, nor' felt a disgust to the other canine breed. She remembered her Orchid had taken in a few some, and it wouldn't be a surprise if a few of her ancestors were of the dog-kind, tracing within her blood as well. None had appeared as a trait, so she could never be sure if the fleeting thought could be true. 

"Hello," the lilac wolf greeted, a dip of the head before responding, "I am doing well, how are you?" A friendly one, as most would cower in fear toward the wolves- she held respect for him.