Overture Downs you'll get the hang of it.

Sunset on the downs, the grasses shudder to a summer breeze as the sky swells with color.

Lutra watched the same horse stride along the knoll. As it turned its head with attention drawn elsewhere, she followed the point of its nose, presenting a less than perfect profile. She watched the pulse of tension in its haunches as it hastened in to an easy stride, only noticing the other wolf when the way was clear.

A surprised raise of her brow and widening of her eyes; briefly, they luminesce with borrowed color. The girl ducks her head and presses herself low, feeling the pounding of her heart in her ears. 

Her ears — !!
They poked out from among the green until she thought of them, and slicked them down hastily.