Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

The male continued to loiter alongside the lake, and even chose to pursue her. Dove wasn't entirely aware of her own allure (namely the smell); she had always been a looker and had vied for the attention of others in her natal pack. This though, was different. Something about the male made her mentally recoil. At the same time, Dove was quite a social creature, so to completely ignore the stranger was wholly outside of the norm.

Cats? Hardly. Why, did you see one? She was genuinely interested, of course. But the look on her face was more similar to disgust. Cats were nasty creatures - far less civilized than the wolf, and just downright awful by comparison. The girl paused and looked around, by by this point the cat to which he was referring had found itself a snug little hiding spot.