Bearclaw Valley But you know that when the truth gets told

At first glance, the deep honey of the woman’s pelt reminded Aneline of a brilliant, golden-blonde fox she had seen once. Her eyes sharpened as she looked again, hoping the creature had returned so she might get her paws on a rare and beautiful pelt. Her gaze softened considerably when she realized that it was a wolf that approached- though the colour of her fur was no less appealing. 

Ameline hopped down from the sentry stone and strode toward her, tail flagging over her back as she established her dominance in the area.