Rising Sun Valley Dear Fellow Traveller

Tilting his head, Louis pricked his ears, "S'not my den. So I don't suppose you need my permission." His mouth parted into a grin, and his tail continued to wag. "But you're welcome to join me. I'm Louis."

She was a pretty wolf, with a silver tick in her fur that made her look wreathed in frost even where snow had not gathered. It was hard to be polite and not stare.

He knew well enough that some strangers were not friendly, and could see she didn't look thrilled about his presence -- but they were both still standing - er, crouching - here, and nobody had bared fangs. So he reasoned she couldn't be all that bad.