Redhawk Caldera Counting on high hopes

If it wasn't painfully obvious, I love Capricorn.

To say that Siv was overbearing at times was an understatement. She had a constant air of excitement about her. The girl was young, though, and the world was so different from what she had been used to on her seaside home. She had not anticipated that her movements would potentially startle the smaller wolf. Certainly, her trotting in circles would be enough to alarm even a wolf of average size. Becoming incredibly self-aware of her movements, the coywolf girl ceased her shuffling and lowered herself so that she was flattened to the ground and her muzzle rested on her paws. This made eye-contact with the pocket-sized stranger much easier to maintain. Unable to wipe the excited grin from her face, Siv’s tail thumped against the ground behind her like a beating drum. He was so polite! The she-wolf chuckled at his response on his legs, finding that this was – naturally – where her eyes started, but as they drifted, she noted other remarkable things about this wolf. “And your tail! It’s so curly. How neat,” she added, gesturing with her muzzle towards the other end of the male. When she drew her gaze back to his face, she noted that his eyes were a crisp blue… almost intimidating. “I didn’t mean to scare ya, sir. I’m Siv! Siv Savoy… it’s a pleasure to meet ya. How’s your day going? What’s your name?” she jabbered at him like an excited child.