She heard him approach. The crunch of snow was impossible to miss. He didn't introduce himself right away and it was for this reason that Sabine pulled her paws under her. Exuding nonchalance, the giantess turned a cool face in the stranger's directions. She didn't rise- yet. If he became an issue she'd been on her paws in a hot second, but until then for all intents and purposes, she would appear nonplussed. As far as he was concerned, she was a queen and he, a peasant.
He settled nearby- and he was indeed a he, she could smell him- and his deep voice easily crossed the distance between them. "I see you've found a nice place to rest." She locked onto his position, her face rising in the hopes of meeting his gaze. "'Nice,'" she parroted thoughtfully, "I suppose so. Although I do wonder what was wrong with it that caused the pack to leave." Tainted water? Inhospitable neighbors? Superior predators? At some point she was bound to find out.