Eyes like stars

As if spirited by a sixth sense the she-wolf arrived upon the borders of a packland, where she quickly caught wind of a tantalizing scent- that of a virulent male wolf. She put on her most lovely gait and sweetest face, and sauntered quietly towards the target. When she arrived her breath became trapped in her chest, and she froze, doe-eyed. Starlet's heart let out a nasty pang as she stared at the twin of her lost lover. After the tense inner-moment subsided she melted to her knees in a deeply submissive post and spoke in her most flattering tone, "You... magnificent beast. Please grace my soul with your name. I am Starlet, lady loner of this forsaken winter landscape." With sparkling eyes she peered upon his battle-scarred, toughened body and felt a quake deep within.