The Sunspire Listening is an Art [IC Joining]

So the SS pack is a harem and here comes along another female. Yay! Lol. But if Ferdie tries flirting with Akita, she's gonna call him a perv cos she's not even a year old yet. Haha. And don't mind Akita. She's supposed to be a bit odd. No need to match the length. Got carried away.

Akita was lost in the trance-like quality of her current state, sitting in the grass near the base of the border, eyes closed, face lifted towards the sky, feeling the breeze play with her fur. A faraway smile graced her muzzle, as if thinking of some fond memory from her past, when really her mind was filled with nothing in particular, except for the scent of earth and the sounds of nature. A squirrel chittered in the branch of a nearby tree, and little pebbles and rocks dislodged from the mountain, tumbling down to the base and making skittering sounds, accompanied with the scent of Wolf.

Slowly, the moon-graced girl opened her sun-kissed eyes and let them wander to the mountain base, where they landed on the massive form of a black-furred male wolf, whose coat shone glossy in the light of day, despite the fact that the clouds covered the sun. Just as her eyes alighted upon him, he let out a soft noise of greeting. Her tail wagged in response, once, then twice, and then stopped. Afterwards, she noted that he stood taller and bigger as he looked at her, as if trying to seem intimidating. She paid this no mind. She had no ill intentions, so let his posture slide off of her shoulders like water flowing over rock.

"Hello," she said, and her voice was soft as the breeze that blew across the landscape, as was her way. She paused to let his body absorb into her mind's eye. "You," she said finally, as softly as before, "have been kissed by the night sky, and the shadow. But your eyes..." Here her own golden-brown eyes swept across his icy blue ones. "... Your eyes are blessed by ice and cool water. You are beautiful." Akita did not see anything wrong with what she said. Hers, as stated before, was the mind of artist. She saw all things as if on a canvas, studying each piece of art in nature with an appreciate eye. And this male before her was gorgeous, as all wolves were to her. As all things were.

She was quiet then, waiting, though not really waiting, but letting her eyes wander from the muscles in his shoulders to the silky black smoothness of his fur. All the while, the smile never left her lips, and her eyes were kind, like the morning sun after a night storm. Gentle and warm.