With a calm pace I walked towards her and my gaze fell upon her form. She watched me as I moved towards her own smaller form laying on the ground by the river. Perhaps she was uncomfortable seeing me coming towards her. Wouldn’t blame her, sometimes it is a gift being so strong and big, but sometimes it is not really a good thing. Times such as this, I don’t want to scare her. I would never. She is a young and beautiful lady this wolf. The patterns of her fur combined in a perfect way and her greyish eyes gave her just a fine touch of strength and delicate grace. She was truly a beautiful wolf. It was what I thought and I saw no reason in not sharing it.

I approached her and told her what I thought, easily and kindly before bowing in respect and greeting. When I raised my head again to look at her, I saw that her ears fell in a cute way and she looked away for a moment, shyly. Then she looked up at me and spoke, smiling sweetly. She told me that nobody had ever said that about her before. I smirked.

- Perhaps they were too busy admiring you…

A kind chuckle leaving my muzzle as I told her. Perhaps it was true. Or perhaps they were just envy. It happens when others find a wolf beautiful, they sometimes get angry for not being so lovely. Truly it is not our fault. We have been born this way. Then she told me her name, Denali. She was kind enough to tell me her name, in her soft voice.

- I’m Attu, - I told her my name - How long have you been living here?

I asked, merely curious, starting a little conversation. It had to start from somewhere. It had been some time since I last talked to other wolf. It is nice, something I truly missed. Now is the time.

”I am your prince charming”

.Attu