The Bracken Woods i just wanna go back to being the same

He would stalk the greyscale agouti woman, his footsteps made of long, slow strides. Devilishly pointed ears  forth, listening to the humm which purred from her lips she filled the silent air. Had he any type of playful personality in him he might of screamed out at her to startle her to death and be left in a fit of laughter. But he wasnt the type. A boring, unconfident, sad wolf, if anything... So, he would only stop his walk behind her and let out a low grumble of a greeting.