Silver Creek quiet night

She chuckled softly, "a suiting saying," accurate for the dog before her. He was unafraid despite Miriam being a wolf, as many would cower, or result into violence due to the fear that the wolves create, and she understood why. They were predators, who did not enjoy another within their lands, even their own kind they shun if entering the realm. 

He was a leader, she thought, who cared for his pack. He wanted his own Summerlands, "This place is brimming of life, magic runs through it's veins." Life spoke to Miriam, and told of it's many tales. Though hardships might be, it was full of many different kinds, wolves and elks, cats and dogs, all were around. While chaotic, but with harmony, "in the North," she started, "is a beautiful sea, a place of desire." Where she would enjoy to step back to, the beautiful blue waves and the salty air. A glorious sight she had never seen, that surely he too, would know.

"I am Miriam, Miriam Iris Willows, it is a pleasure to meet you." She remembered, the Maiden never introduced herself.