Overture Downs a hundred good stories makes me interesting at parties

Hollis had been away for some time. Only recently had her footsteps brought her back to the Teekon, perhaps to quench her thirst for something familiar. Still her travels seemed aimless and she was fundamentally without purpose. It was depressing to exist this way.

But she forged on, and today she found herself in the midst of a meadow, a quiet place except for the occasional twittering of the birds and the continual whisper of a brook. The water sound reminded her of a gutting thirst and she wove her way through the tall grasses and flowers until she reached the gently rolling stream.

In that moment she realized she was not alone. A strikingly large male had his muzzle lowered to the water and drank from it. He dwarfed her, probably able to strike her down with the slightest motion. But he was a beautiful creature, with his pristine fur as while a snow, his bright blue eyes.

Hollis stared, having forgotten about her need for water.