Broken Boulder And I will still be here stargazing.

He had been sitting there for a little while letting his mind drift, not really committing to any one thought. Her scent, pine and wildflowers, hit him before the sounds of her approach reached his ears. 

When he turned, his emerald gaze fell on a small, scarred, she-wolf. What was with these Bracken wolves? The two he had met so far were riddled with scars. The scars did not divert his attention from her beauty, though. Her pale fur offered a striking polarity to his black coat, and he may have stared at her a little longer than was appropriate.

Realizing he had not said anything yet, he finally offered her a quick bow of his head and said, "Hello." His deep green gaze continued to watch her as he waited to see if she would return the greeting with one of her own.