I can see the look in her eyes. I know that she is admiring my plush fur. I know she can see the natural beauty of my coloration and features. My sparkles are undeniable, my body is made to perfection as my father often says. I am the ideal wolf, and I ensure that my fur and presentation reflects this at all times. Why would I not?

Her look towards me does cause my lips to part slightly in a partially smug smile. I tilt my head slightly, to the perfect angle to accentuate my features. The girl before me is young, and probably has never seen anyone like me before. I can't blame her for being too ignorant, I suppose. I will give her a chance. I will attempt to show her the ways, and only abandon her as a lost cause if she does not listen to me. I mean, I can already tell she admires me and my work. About damn time. It probably means she is willing to learn. I let my prussian blue eyes look over her for a moment. Her fur is simple, but looks fine in itself. She doesn't have any horrendous markings or colors. Yes, I think I can work with this girl.

Her reaction is not a...confident one to my words, but that is okay. I will show her the ways. She tells me her thought process and why she did what she did, but is that really it? I can perhaps maybe see the benefit of it, but...not really. I shake my head slightly at her answer. I let my eyes go to hers.

"Darling, that is how you end up with hoards of bugs chewing at your skin, roaming around in your fur and...you know they poop like everything else...right? They do. They do and you just went and invited them in! Do you know how hard they are to get out? No, no, true fur maintenance, if you want to look anything like me, requires patience," I say, perhaps a bit snippy but it is nice for me I think.

"You need to get out any knots yourself, with your own teeth and tongue, and if you cannot reach a spot, you get your mother, father, sisters, or force your brothers to do it...you do have those, right?" I ask...because I fail to understand how she is not being taught this kind of stuff by her family. I move slightly, moving a bit closer with my long and elegant legs. My eyes look to her fur, seeing all the...things caught in it from her romping in the grass. I almost want to shudder, my nose wrinkling if I like it or not in reaction as I wait for her response.