Fox's Glade ab iniquitate [m]ea

Fortunately, perhaps, Rey’s ears were in fine form, so when the call came, his head raised, gait slowing to an in place sort of stepping motion. His nostrils flared wide, and finally, he laid eyes upon the scent he’d been tracking.

A woman, as fair as any of them, odd to many eyes, including his own.

But the tramp did not mind a unique beauty, so he returned the bark, just to be polite, then began to slink forward, like an odd furry accordion.