Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

Whisper was interrupted in her thoughts by the sound and a scent, her ears pricked up as she tries to listen for it. All she heard however was the howling of the cold wind, but with that very wind it brought forth a scent of a male lone wolf. Whisper turns her head slightly towards it's direction. It had been many months since she had seen another wolf and now here she was looking straight at one. She was hesitant to speak at first, because of her prey she held in her mouth and she was unsure of this males intentions. Standing there made her paws start to hurt from the snow. The young wolf decided to break the silence between the two as she lays her kill in between her paws. "May I help you?" Might as well go straight to the point, the weather will be getting worse as the day goes on. Whisper did not want to be caught outside when it did.