Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

Her ears pricked forward as her eyes lit up when she heard the call. She lifted her head and grinned almost lopsidedly at the other wolf. His coat was beautiful, and her tail wagged, her body completely relaxed as she came a little bit closer. Not wanting to startle him, her voice was a bit quieter than normal, but her accent was clear. Well, hi there. You seem nice enough. Name's Ryple. Do you have a name? Well, of course you have a name. Silly me. What I meant to ask is...what is yer name?
Stopping in front of him, she tilted her head and waited for his answer. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at his. She didn't think she had ever seen a color like that on a wolf. 
Opening her mouth to speak, she realized that he hadn't answered her yet. 'Keep yer big mouth closed for one second, Ryple. Can ya do that?' She fussed at herself. It was one of her biggest problems, and it had gotten her into trouble more often than she cared to admit. Sitting down, she wagged her tail as she waited.