Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

She met him confidently and without concern—brazenly, some might say—but Wake was pleased. He didn’t mind a wolf as forward as himself. And this one happened to be quite easy on the eyes. She certainly had features to boast of, not to mention her eyes, blazing with a color he had only seen on the daintiest petals.

I am Winter’s Wake. As in most things, he spoke casually, under no hurry or strain to answer. What do I call you?