Overture Downs a hundred good stories makes me interesting at parties

The man almost floated the rest of the way to her on paws drifting in golden clouds, soft, quiet, and graceful. Her scent lulled him as a siren lulled in a sea-farer. Gwynt brought forth another scent of a female wolf to him so delightfully, sending his heart fluttering with the luck the earth had given him on this day. But for now, until she decided to show herself, or not, the lady in front of him was the only other wolf in the area. 

Hollis... he echoed softly. She did not smell of another pack, his own scent that of snow-covered spruces and cold winter berries. A loner, no strings; how lucky he must be that Gwynt brought such a wonderful lady to his paws. Small, but quite beautiful indeed. What a lovely name for such a lovely lady, a smile was always on his muzzle. My name is Shard. Care for a drink? You must be thirsty.