Swiftcurrent Creek and i'll use you as a warning sign

Æsilfír hadn’t expected to fetch such a looker on her escapade, but she felt a smile teased into the lilac gleam of her eyes when she caught sight of Akavir, finally, after following his tracks. 

She paused, one forepaw dangling, allowing her tail to sway at her hocks in a fey, amenable manner. He too had a dark coat, though the silver-ticking at his hackles and shoulders was unique. He looked healthy, old enough to be of use but not so old he might’ve not had any interest. 

She set her paw down and regarded him with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She pricked her ears, lowered her head, and crooned once again- a keening, pleasing sound.