Overture Downs if memory serves

Unattractively, she had been trying to reach her own shoulders in order to smooth down the damp spiky fur on them when the stranger arrived. They chirped a standard greeting that Tytus had been ready to return. Until they shook out their wet coat. Droplets smacked her on the face, making for one hell of a greeting she just received.

As much as Tytus desired to be upset, she just couldn't be. Underneath the scent of rain the stranger smelled like others — perhaps a pack or group. She also had to be honest with herself and admit she found the gray-scale wolf to be easy on the eyes. It was with a defeated huff that she gave up on grooming, turning her full attention to the stranger.

You greet everyone like that or am I just special? There was a good humored undertone in her words as she moved over some to make room in case the woman wished to settle down.