Moonsong Glacier If we run into red full speed

Her tall, tufted ears pricked, and a moment later, she peered curiously over her shoulder to catch sight of the wolf who had called out to her. Her paws skirted, so she would face him, and her tail swayed with the movement- but continued waving as she took in the sight of a man, primed with seasons enough to give him lofty shoulders and a strong jaw. She nearly dropped the rabbit for a moment, catching it before it could slip more than an inch from her mouth. She envied the thick mantle of fur at his shoulders, where the fur still stood slightly prickled; he would not feel the cold winds of winter with a coat like that. 

She drew toward him as well, lowering her head to place her kill on the ground only to raise it with a sudden jerk at the sound of two, very familiar- and familial- words. 

Peace be.

She looked for a moment a little bit queasy, snaking her head as she searched his features for some hint of familiarity, taking in his scent with soft, short inhales. She blinked several times, trying to ease some of the disbelief from her features, and struggled to pull an apologetic smile as she remembered her manners. 

"Peace be," She returned. Her ears- still flicking forward and back as if to mirror her racing thoughts, a dead giveaway that she was suspicious of something. "Thank you, I-" She said, forcing herself to turn both of her tattletail ears to flick back in deference, and to keep them from fidgeting. "I- sorry- I have heard...Only a few who greet with 'peace be,'" She admitted. "I...Don't know if...I know you?"