Hushed Willows your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine

He was a smaller wolf covered with nightshade hues, one who mostly dwelved in the dark then of the light willows. Her tail high as she looked curiously down at him, a strong accent following his inperfect english. The flaming fae wondered where could the Queen pick this one up, "I'm Orlaith, guard of Seelie court." She also looked at the raven, perched on his shoulder.

This is the third wolf she met with some sort of animal. She just hoped they wouldn't eat her mice, or they'll be the next meal.