Redsand Canyon Craving your touch

]What was this? White fur, a curled tail? Oh and let's not forget the bone white skull that sat on top of her head! A new player had arrived, well not a  new player. This actress was known, her colorless coat standing out against the red dust, orange sands. What was this play? Did it have a name, something clever perhaps? The comeback, maybe? Was that a nice enough name, or should it have something whimsical added to it?

Oh, how she missed this scent. The sight of her home, her pack but why had she left? And without a word, without a single word to the man she was loyal to! How could she? Ah, but that would be revealed over time. A meeting, perhaps he would forgive her. Or maybe she would be turned away, a tragic ending to this game. Only one way to find out, only one way to be sure!
Her lips parted, a call rose like a forgotten song. It whispered things unsaid, it called to the man she wanted to see. It would caress his name, coax him forward but would he welcome it? Or would he deny her?