Big Salmon Lake voice-bearer

Lavender eyes scanned the treeline until— there! A pale wolf with a cape of sunfire. They glowed in the sunset lines stretching across the lakeside, like an angel come down to earth.

Loneliness forgotten, Fjall stood tall — as tall as he ever had! and only for the express purpose of being seen — waving his tail to beckon the other wolf’s gaze. When he was sure he’d been seen, he bounded down the hill towards the goldspine’d wolf.

A girl!

He instantly felt less anxious about meeting her. Males could be so rigid when greeting a stranger! He never knew when to come or go, but this— she felt familiar to him, though they had never met.

I greet you! Fjall laughed breathlessly, coming to touch noses with Bronte. You are as lovely to see as you are to hear. What may have sounded like flirtation or mere flattery coming from anyone else sounded genuinely adoring from him.