Unsteady Footing

The Northern region was a beautiful sight. Snow and ice glistened wherever they were found, the temperature was cold with winds to prove it, and there was something about it that wanted you to make it stay innocent. Eria knew that there would be future snow and ice storms, not to mention blizzards so bad that she wouldn't be able to move. So, she enjoyed the calm and cool weather of the day as much as she could without overdoing it.
The dark-pelted fae, whose fur could look like evening blue when the wind moved it, continued on her own expedition of the snowy frontier. Dressed with an extra thick coat naturally built in, she walked across the top layer of snow with careful steps. The soft crunch sounds she made seemed to carry across the way, giving away her position in the wide range of snow. She didn't mind if she was found, but she remained alert as always and continued to look around every other time. Due to her past, she could never be too careful. Her way of thinking was good, because some wolves could be oblivious to the idea of a bad situation. Eria silently hoped she didn't have to worry.
By the time she had finished this train of thought, she found herself near the ship. The S.S. Antiox was the first landmark she laid eyes on after entering Alacritis. It still took her breath away when she saw it and a feeling of relief washed over her...until she saw the dark-pelted wolf near it. She gasped softly, but since she was close to the ship, it bounced off the vessel and probably reached the male's ears. Eria froze, her eyes big and wavering. What should she do now?