Not the best name, I know :D

[Oh, I will :3 Just have to after school... *cries* Sorry if that seems too long. Bai!!  ^-^]

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 Ischi sighed softly as she arose. It had been a good hour since she'd awoken, but, as always, she'd wasted it away on daydreaming about the pack's handsome males. However, it was getting into the enjoyable times of the day, and it would be a good idea to clean her pelt at least decently before she went to see the sirs of the pack. With these thoughts in mind, her small frame leapt off the rock that she most enjoyed resting at and through the waterfall into the small stream. It was summer, and the water ran slowly, casing there to be just enough to reach up to the small canine's shoulders. Just the right depth for proper enjoyment, or so she thought.
 Now in the slowly flowing water, she turned to look at the place she most called her den. A small waterfall, only a few metres high, ran down the mountain ledge to form a small creek that provided most of the pack's drinking and bathing water. Behind this, acessible with most ease from the side furthest from the pack's main camp, was a small cave. Despite one wall being water, it was rather dry inside. A large rock made for a fine place to sleep. The whole setting was rather romantic, just her tastes. Occasionally she would bring in wildflowers to make it even more so.
Splashing under the water, Ischi cleaned her head and shoulders by repeated dunking. Moving slowly through the water to the near to camp banks, she climbed up and shook herself off. With goals of perfect cleanliness, her neck twisted to give a careful inspection. Everything was fine and would dry tolerably in the sun. One final fluff-up to get it all in the right order, and she began to trot towards where the rest of the females typically lurked, settling herself beside a large pine to watch the goings-on of others.
Nothing intresting her, she laid her head upon her paws. Eyes glanced towards a pair of females sqabbling over something or another, causing her to sigh. Arguments weren't her thing, that was for sure.

Xavier was still flirting with a group of girls, but an uproar caused him to stop, and glance. There near him, two she-wolves were debating over something. Being the smart-aleck he was, interfering seemed a great idea.

 Eyes watched with intrest as the male broke up the spar between the ladies. She didn't exactly care about the argument, but the wolf ending it? He was a true dreamboat, at least to her. She carefully admired him, watching his russet pelt move with a nimble, yet powerful, grace. Her own mind certianly exxagerated his features, but either way he was a fine fellow. Noticing him leaving, she began to ready to do the same.
Rising, she lowered her muzzle just a bit, trying to catch wind of his oh-so-wonderful scent. As soon as it was grabbed, she followed in the same direction he'd vanished into. Vision stayed alert, but nose truly guided. Not having to travel that great of a distance, she soon got sight of him. He looked just as wonderous still as he did in motion. She fluffed one more time before making her approach.
Going at a slow trot, the female stopped a few metres away, dipping her head in a gesture of respect.
"Hello," she said softly. "I saw what you did back at camp. You're rather strong."
With this, she moved to the other side of the oak tree and laid down, facing the brute.

Xavier was shocked that this she-wolf had come up to him, and was lost for words - was Xavier flattered?