it's a melody; it's a battle cry

Welcoming the freezing air, Balgrath was growing weary of travel. Slowly wandering with no intent or purpose, he wondered why exactly he felt about this place as he did. For him, the north had always given a place of solitude, somewhere he could get away from the world and just be surrounded by his thoughts alone. Being quite fond of the north was quite a predicament though, his raven fur stood out quite harshly, and he would be easily spotted.
As he aimlessly wander, he spots what may appear to be another wolf standing on the ice in the open. Approaching slowly, but calmly, he could see that the petite white wolf appeared to be in a train of thought. From his first observation, he could tell that the wolf was a quite young female. "What would such a small wolf possibly be out here by themselves for?" "The north can be a wondrous, mystifying place can it not?" alerting the young wolf to his watchful presence.