The Sunspire And while I'm alive

Coelho had kept her eyes fastiduously to the ground, still half-expecting that the pretty steel-bitten girl would react much the same way Wraen did. To her absolute surprise (and overzealous delight) Maia conferred that Coelho looked like a wolf back home. A wolf! Not a coyote!

Maybe a normal wolf would have responded to such a statement with a polite "oh?" -- but Coelho wasn't a normal wolf to begin with, and could only respond with an immeasurable smile.

Coelho's tail beat furiously around her flanks and she pounced delightedly in place before wriggling submissively forward to place a few excited licks on the female's chin (if it was permitted). She hadn't noticed the inflammation on Maia's muzzle until that point, and she drew back with a worried frown. "I'm new too!" She confided, feeling confident she had already made a new best friend. "What happened? Did the bird do that to you?"