Horizon Ridge If I fall for you, I'll never recover

When he replied in kind, Pied gently nipped at the side of his snout and teased, "I thought you fell for me long ago? The first time you saw me?" Her tail swept sideways in an arc and she bumped her muzzle beneath his affectionately.

Motioning for him to follow, the mottled yearling began to pad closer to the surf again, enjoying the icy spray of seawater. The bluish gray patches on her slim body nearly matched the steel blue shades of the water and the roiling breakers were as snowy white as the rest of her pelt. From almost any angle, the ocean made the perfect backdrop for the piebald she-wolf, complementing her; it was as if she and the sea were made for one another.

Slanting her pale muzzle over her shoulder, her yellow and indigo eyes found Kisu's and she grinned good-naturedly and said, "We should think of names for our future sons and daughters. Well, I already have a name in mind for a daughter, if you like it too." Despite cutting her ties with the gods when Bon Dye fell, Pied still recollected her dream of Atka, the simorgh.