Gilded Bay Footprints in the sand

in full admittance, he did not see her, and so when he heard a smooth, feminine voice reach for his eardrums beneath the weight of tassels bestowed by his station as vagrant - slavuj halted, raised a paw, and lifted the corded bangs off his eyes.

cupid's arrow struck true and struck once.

she was a painter's ideal of a godspun creature of wildland and freedom, plush and of svelte limbs, as unto a doe-- but no! she had a wolf's form, да, and nothing but a wolf's, exemplifying the best of her noble race.

and the sunset! oh, how it cloaked her in warm tones of ripe nectarine, brought out the edges of her, shone light through her guardhairs and oh-- why was he not speaking these obseravtions into her cupped, tan-kissed ears?

most lovely! he grinned, and let the tassels fall again over his face. di sunset, ai saey, mai singin'ing speaks for itself! slavuj strode up to her, until he could seat himself to the right of her loveliness. 

yeau are fram pack on fine ground, yes? he inquired, one foreleg rising to gesture over the other, at ocean's breath plateau and the pack which it housed. ai hope ai aem not inchruding!