Bramblepoint Sweet summer child

Amalia lifted her head as a loud chuff ran though out the area. She met the gaze of a beast that looked like a wolf, but was not quite a wolf. She tilted her head, and returned the tail wags. She blinked and moved closer, but not too close. She had learned her lesson in recent days.

Um Hello. I'm Amalia. She studied the brown red creature with lots of white fur. He was not wild, he did not smell like open air and forests, he smelled like well himself, and other things that she didn't know. 

How do you do?