Skye padded happily across the border, in her Optime form as usual. Long, auburn hair framed her pretty face, and she was happy to know that winter, her favorite season, was coming soon. No bears to fight over prey, no silly trees blocking out the hazed out sun, and plenty of caribou that thrived in the winter. Everything would be perfectly fine.
Suddenly, though, a scent hit her nose. She sniffed once; it smelled of a single, lone wolf - not one that was part of any packs. Smiling, she followed her nose - she loved visitors! And soon she found herself facing one.
He was brown, but that was the least of his aspects. He had sandy colored hair, and the rest of his body was adorned in green. He had glasses - Skye hadn't seen those since she'd last seen her father. He wore them; large, hilarious monocles that allowed him to read better. Skye smiled at the quite handsome stranger and spoke.
"Hello!" she exclaimed, her tail wagging. "Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte. How may I help you?"
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