Overture Downs a hundred good stories makes me interesting at parties

The wind brought a new scent to his nose that drew his interest, one of a she-wolf. Shard's large head and fluffy neck turned to one side, his face striking against the gentle sway of the grasses and flowers surrounding him. His eyes were a brilliant light blue, as if the sky reflected the ocean within his gaze. A gaze that now rested upon a lovely woman with features as beautiful as a forest in late autumn, subtly glancing her over, and a smile graced his muzzle. 

His form drew closer, tail swishing behind him gently. Greetings, a purr danced in his throat, his voice deep and every definition of a gentle-wolf. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?