Bearclaw Valley sing hallelujah

It was fairly obvious that his presence was at the very least tolerated, here. Evien cautiously stepped forward to lay a few feet away from the darker wolf, chin coming to rest on his paws. There, he studied her for a moment, fur touched lighter in the sunlight. 

Leila was beautiful - there was no doubt about that - but in this stillness, she was even more so.

I can see why Merrick loves you.

Both facets of her, fierce and calm, were striking in their own ways. She was... unique, different, interesting. Enchanting. Something dangerous and beautiful at the same time - a rose, with thorns dipped in poison. 

A sigh pulled from his muzzle and he let his eyelids drift slightly. These thoughts would get him nowhere, but... sometimes he couldn't help himself.