A lot like the wind

As she waited, wondering if she should just make the first move and go to the other wolf, it became apparent that the other was indeed coming to her. Obviously he didn't want to get away, although he was oddly quiet as he approached, not a word slipping past his lips. She shrugged to herself, examining his large frame, noticing that he appeared to be about her age, although he was much, much taller than she was. Interesting. She was somewhat jealous of his stature, but she knew her height and light structure was not something she could change. She'd just have to accept herself as she was, although she wasn't sure the feelings of envy would ever leave. As she scented the air, she noticed a pack scent upon him, and wondered where he was from.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, poking fun at his silence and seemingly quiet nature, "I can tell you're from a pack, but this place isn't your home. Where do you come from?" It was a simple way to get introduced, and her gray ears perked forward as she listened for his response. She leaned in, assuming his voice was going to be rather soft with how quiet he'd been so far.