Firefly Glen black mambo

The she-wolf was rather remarkable in the way that she was not noticed until she had all but crossed into his path. Atlas was shocked by this at first but regained his footing when he caught sight of her gaze. He’d never seen eyes like that before. They had milked over and seemed glossy and unfocused on anything. Their color was nearly that of her coat; if he were superstitious, he might have thought her a ghost.
 
“Hey there,” he called out in a low chuff.
 
She was unknown to him, but her scent was of the area and she seemed to know where she was headed had he not crossed into her path. The shade wondered if she had been searching for a hunt but held that inquiry to himself until he found out whether she wanted to chat or not. The anxious young shadow had to remind himself that he might simply have crossed into her path and nothing more.