Hideaway Strath Could have been my happy ever after

She knew there was a wolf called Leen living here now, though Towhee hadn't bothered finding him to introduce herself, mostly because she was too busy dealing with her emotional crises and then, well, Dingo. But today she felt even better than yesterday—not great, not even good, but very okay. So she sought him out, at last... or let him find her, depending on how you look at it.

"You must be Leen," Towhee spoke, gliding up behind him like a wraith. The air was dim, a sunny day quickly growing overcast as a storm blew in over the mountains. She studied him, noting his salt and pepper fur and eyes the same orange shade as her own.