Neverwinter Forest ❁ Now I've got it,

The young wolf that approached her was everything that Dwin was not. She was beautiful, elegant, feminine, smelled of plants and woods and it felt as if she was radiating a light of sorts. And for a moment this tomboy from the Enchanted forest, who was covered in dust and debris of her latest trench digging mission, whose coat was unkempt and unruly, was painfully aware of the contrast between them. Looks were usually not among the young Blackthorn's priorities, but for whatever reason now she lamented the fact that this particular stranger saw her as she was, while simultaneously being the image of perfection herself. 

"Hi!" Dwin said and fell silent, eyes trained on the stranger and brain not finding the right words to say. It was not polite to stare and she looked quickly away, smiling bashfully (what the hell, Dwin?) and blushing beneath her fur (have some dignity, woman!) "I am Dwin. And you are?" she blurted out quickly, eager to have the introductions be done and over with. 

She chatted with the nice stranger for a while and then their ways parted.