Spirit of Winter

She smelled the other wolf well before she spotted the pale, barely marked form ahead. For all the other female – for that was what she smelled the other wolf was – far outmatched her in height, Aurielle had the sense, as the other drew closer with an air of caution, that she was younger. Perhaps just become a yearling this season?

The stranger called out, and Aurielle gave a brief chuckle. With her long mane and tail, and canines that were certainly longer than that of a natural wolf’s she could see where the other came from in her remark. The ethereal multicolored shimmer of her coat probably made her look like some otherworldly thing.

“I’m a wolf. Just a little different, is all. My father’s the brightest red you could imagine.” Easy friendliness warmed her tones, banner like tail waving behind her in a brief wag, long hairs tossed on the wind before her tail lowered, gravity pooling that hair on the snow.

“I’m Aurielle… I lead the pack a ways to the south east of here, on the other side of the desert.” She nodded toward her home, or the vague direction of it as she smiled at the other female. “Thought I’d take a stroll and get to know the lands around me better.”

Her introduction left the way open for the other to introduce herself if she wished to, but also made it known that she'd be missed if she didn't return home. Not that she thought the other might attack her, but it was always a good idea to be careful, even if her outward demeanor was all-around friendly and affable.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think