Stavanger Bay Whispers and Jesters

She paused as she caught sight of the wolf. A small male, a coat of sand encasing his body. He didn't seem much older than six months, though Aemilia could tell that he was quickly growing and would be bigger than herself in no time.

He spoke, a friendly greeting, in a flurry of excitement. He seemed rather... keen, though there was no telling of his personality just by a glance of a wolf. In addition to that, this was a puppy.

A slight smile graced her features. "Why, hello there. You can call me Aemilia."