It seemed that there were many eligible bachelors in Molodian seeking to find true love. It couldn't be said that I was legitimately seeking it, I was merely here by happenstance. Not that I am complaining. Getting a free date with a lovely lady without doing all the hard work to acquire it was a nice change of pace so I said what needed to be said and then waited while the cream and black wolf had went off to 'assess' the situation. I eyeballed the white male a few times because he seemed the uppity type. You know, claiming to want good breeding and all. Who was he to demand such a thing? Not saying I wouldn't like a princess myself but this was a BLIND dating event, not some specialized debut for him. Eventually the woman came back and told me that my date would be waiting for me over this way.

Eagerly I had taken my leave, the rest of the males being told about similar spots. I was a quiet walker because I was an excellent tracker. The moment I picked up her scent I let me pace slacken, trying to guess a few things by it before I saw her. Young, she smelled fresh. A loner. I bet she was red. Firey like a setting sun with blazing green eyes, the kind that could cut you if you pissed her off! A grin burgeons across my face at the thought as I slip down the path, wondering if maybe I should have scouted around her before I appeared but then deciding what the hell, who cared? She was expecting me from what I was told.

I, however, was not expecting her. I paused mid-stride when I spied her, my metallic blue-silver eyes scanning from the top of her silver head down to her fluffy tail, no doubt looking as surprised as I felt. She was definitely not fiery like the setting sun nor did her eyes look green like a blade of grass. Perhaps more importantly I decided I liked the silver better because my own chest and belly were a silver color, a bit darker than her own. Young she was, that was obvious, and I wondered if it was appropriate that we should be matched when I was nine already. Oh what the hell, who cared about age anyways?

With a smooth smile I proceeded a few more feet closer, pressing my glossy black haunches to the ground. "So you must be the romping, roaming, mischievous female with a wild streak that I asked for. I am Jackdaw, at your service." He says, his voice smooth as he lifts one fore paw and sweeps it across the other, bending his head down, still remaining in a seated position.