Overture Downs a hundred good stories makes me interesting at parties

He turned his impressive head towards her, and she was entranced by the foliage brushing his cheeks, a rainbow of flowers and green grass against the snowy face. A greeting  rumbled from his throat and she finally blinked , hoping he had not noticed the way she stared. Not only had Hollis been hopelessly alone the last several months , but she also had not encountered a wolf to whom she was so attracted in even longer. 

His voice was a deep rumbling purr and it was almost too much. She kept her composure, however, flashing a small - and rare - smile.

“I’m Hollis,” she spoke, her voice cool and breathy. “And who are you?” Her brow flitted upward in curiosity. 

The wind shifted, bringing a new flurry of scents, among them the smell of another wolf. A female. Hollis did not move, did not turn her attention away from the snowy wolf, hoping the third stranger might just pass them by without a word.