Wapun Meadow sonnenbaden

at a distance he saw the antlered herd, and slowed, intending to search among them for any injured that could be reported. yet it was not to be — mahler turned the baleful coldflame of his lavender stare upon a curiously spotted beast, wolfish in appearance, though truly they could not only be blooded like one of his fellows, not with a coat of leopard spots.
he was intrigued, and wore his dour countenance only a moment longer before he relaxed into a more inviting stance. from here, the glint of ruby eyes shone; it was an altogether new and exotic beast who had crossed his path. perhaps she was like kazimir, mixed with the ones called 'dog,' though mahler did not hold to the fanatical purist ideas clutched by many of his own peers.
when the other had drawn near enough for the gargoyle to know they were both female, and alone, he lowered his muzzle in a brief bow, but said nothing for the present.