You can't remember where you were even going before you saw him. A grey anthropomorphic wolf with the most luscious, fluffy, luxurious head of white hair you've ever seen. A cloud, a waterfall of fur. So utterly gigantic, larger than this already really tall wolf. He chuckles to himself as he sees you staring at him and walks up to you.

"You look incredibly distracted by my hair." He says to you, snapping you out of your stupor from staring at his white, furry locks of luxurious mane. Yet that trance like sensation returns when he tosses so much of his mane over his shoulder. "No, no. Don't be embarrassed. Keep looking at it. In fact, I'd like to talk with you for a bit."