Moonspear Quiet and silent does a body good

He was larger than most. Except perhaps Alaric. A fur of snow storms and clouds. Eyes of the sun on warm days. But not hot. He was mission intent and did not see her. But she saw him. Perhaps part of her knew that she should speak, but a darker part found unbridled amusement at his slight jump. It was always fun to give small scares.

He stared too long and it made her self conscious. She licked at the fur on her shoulder. A soft swipe of tongue over maw. A rearrangement of body. 

A tilt of her head. Her lips curving into a semblance of a less wolfish and threatening smile. She cleared her throat once, twice. Her voice coming out quiet, but strong. Even for its lack of use, it still was strong. She was pleased.

Im sorry. I'm Tikaani, but you can call me Tiki.