Two Eyes Cenote ice on the pine [wp]

Seal turned at the sound of a gentleman’s voice. Behind the young woman was a breed of wolf she had never seen before. His downed ears were adorned in silky, curled silver locks the color of winter sky. His body was elegant and lean. Even the bridge of his nose was regal and gently sloped.

“O-oh, hello,” she stammered, both surprised and enchanted.

“This is yours?” she asked. Of course, it made sense for an elegant man to possess fine things. She quickly handed it over. He could have been conning her, for all she knew, and Seal would have given it away without a second thought.

“Tis beautiful,” she admired the jewelry. “Where did you get it from?”