Broken Antler Fen soolai, soolai, soolaimon

The young man would meet neither his beau, nor his father, but a grayscale she-wolf, old by his standards, who happened to roam around the borders, checking out the various scents of animals other than wolves. Lele had caught sight of movement earlier - his russet pelt was hard to miss against still very green backdrop of grass and brush. Her first impression had been that of a fox, then of the most peculiar wolf she had ever met. 

Cautious and curious about, what he was going to do, she drew closer quietly and sat down, observing him keenly. It surprised her that he acted with a sense of familiarity - he was not afraid of the borders the least - which could mean that he either was mannerless by nature or he knew someone here. The latter was proven to be true. And when no one responded to his call, she thought it was appropriate in this situation to make her presence known and find out, what he wanted. 

"Good day," she greeted him, when she came out in the open to stand in front of him. "What's your business here?"