Duskfire Glacier Harder to leave him now

Pandora picks off a particularly stubborn bell from its weeping stem, never missing a note in her little song. Until she hears heavy footfalls, she doesn’t chase the sound with her eyes though, rather her ears do. Large, fox-like auds shift backwards then cup towards the direction of the steps. Her full tail swishes across the loamy earth. 

A chuff rings through her ears then, finally she takes her attention off of her pretty little flowers. Her hum stops in her throat and she lifts her head, blood red eyes half-lidded, as they usually are, stare up at the mountainous brute that shows himself to her.

Now, who is this? She can’t help but wonder.

A smile tilts her lips up in a polite way, but her gaze shows serious interest. This monster of a wolf holds authority. Not only with the way he walks, but in his gaze as well. So she allows herself a quick once over of the male, taking in his beautiful pelt. A melting pot of dark both dark and light colors of the most distracting shade she’s ever seen. Definitely pleasing to the eye.

“Evening, great one.” She hums out her greeting. “You’ve come to speak with Pandora? Are you my new alpha?” She often refers to herself in third person, as is the tongue of her long, but not so forgotten, home.