Silverlight Terrace Do I look fat in this dress?

He watched as she rolled, eyeing him before getting to her feet. Tahoe could see her better now. She was blanketed in a mixture of mousy and deep brown tones which stood out against her pale undersides. He thought she was similar in appearance to the man he had met at the beach—perhaps they were related. Then again, most wolves he had encountered were all vaguely similar in pattern. At this point in his life, he didn't bother.

Her song had ended now, she then went on to acknowledge him with a simple "Afternoon." She seemed cordial, which he felt was rather refreshing when compared to some of the folks he alas had come across. He'd give a bit of conversation a shot. Why not?

Afternoon. Came his reply, followed by a courteous dip of his head. Enjoyin' yourself? I woulda joined you, but I've already got enough dirt hangin' onto me already.