Duck Lake its going to heal, but it ain't going away

Crëyr was surprised by how much this male seemed to remind her of... someone. That particular someone had seemed to have hollowed out her chest, as he was gone. Temporarily, but still.

Silver fur encased his strong, broad-shouldered figure, one she came to recognize as it had a resemblance to Shadow's pelt. A tiny burst of sudden pain coursed through her chest, as she was absolutely sure that this male actually had some sort of... relation to Shadow. Something. Just something was there. She couldn't just assume and barrel straight into it. He'd think she was insane and she would have to stand there awkwardly, embarrassed.

The brute smiled, his orbs the shade of the ocean under a storm with swirling dark clouds. Mysterious, she thought. Very much attractive. She let a tentative smile slip on her face herself and responded his lightly accented greeting with one of her own. "Merry meet, though I must say... I would have chosen to meet under better conditions."