Fairspell Meadow Spurs

I hope you don't mind :)

Days had blended together for the most part for the dark she wolf. She hadn't spoken to more than one wolf since she had moved about this region, and it saddened her. She was a social creature, outspoken, loud and friendly. 

She walked amongst the shadows gentle footfalls stirring up the area. She had already eaten, but she wondered if she should find something to bury for the next morning, but she was also feeling lazy, listless, lonely.

Her gaze was drawn to a dirt kissed, male with a strange way of walking. She tilted her head and watched for a moment, he was loose legged, and swayed. She chuffed in greeting, her inky plume dancing behind her.

Hi!"  She said, unsure if he could as of yet hear, her she wasn't entirely close, but she didn't want to sneak up on the poor devil.