Overture Downs so stay with me because,

I am quite sincere, my lady, Wake assured her solemnly, his tail wagging slow with gratitude as he strode a few paces nearer, his muzzle upturned to the incline of her knoll perch. And I am grateful for your offer. Though, unless you will be offended, I must decline. I prefer to make my own introductions where possible. If she insisted, however, she would find him amenable. Even so, your presence would be a great boon to me if you come when I call for them.

From this angle, the winterwolf could see her expressions more clearly; the elegant lines of her face, the reserved temper behind her cool stare. A quiet fire burned behind those eyes, and he wondered what fed the flames.

Eden’s serpent smiled — though not too big! He had the presence of mind to appear somewhat bashful at her interest, even though he would never pass on a chance to extol his beliefs. It is the Rhythm, he answered proudly. I come from wolves who have spent countless generations in celebration of the seasons. But most Rhythm folk are not so sentimental as myself. Moving lands as the season turns is purely a personal preference.