Silver Creek quiet night

"I would think so, yes." If the Goddess said so, then so she was- but she would never be certain if it remain true. Though like the other had mentioned, a lavender pelt, so unlike an average wolf would hold within their many colors, but not one that still remains afloat to the group. She was one of the many, to hold the lilacs along with a snow-white gaze, who smiled warmly at the other, "Thank you." A compliment she accepted, but an internal flush came to be, an embarassment for a compliment was one not thrown easily toward Miriam, "you have a unique pelt." One a wolf such as herself, would rarely have, a beautiful chocolate and honey, a sweetful combination.

"I am not, but many of my kind are around." She only knew very few, but far too many then the normalacy forests contain. A paradise for them- but not for the others that shared the land, "it is rare to see a dog deep within forests, are you alone as well?" They preferred their own groups, but a safe distance from wolven lands, definitely not too deep where they would make their territory. Most hated the dog-kind, for a lesser blood some shared whispers, but it was a sadden racism, for Miriam knew all were the same tree, but yet another branch.