But if you close your eyes

The sleepy Rhodri didn't expect to hear a voice call out for his attention, so when the sound initially echoed off of the trees around him he ignored it. He continued to saunter along, another yawn splitting his jaws wide. There was a second cry -- "Wait!" -- and this time he paused as though his ears were opening for the first time. He glanced around, allowing his vision to focus, and saw that he was being approached by another wolf.

She was of average height and weight, and her coat was comprised of a mixture of grey hues. The Omicron waited as she had requested, his posture neutral as he watched her close the physical gap between them. As she drew nearer, he inhaled deeply, registering her as a packmate. Upon closer inspection, her dusky eyes caught his interest, and though they seemed strangely familiar, he couldn't quite identify why. "What's up?" he said genially, his bottlebrush tail stirring behind him.