Blacktail Deer Plateau colder than the hinges of hell

She paused her inspection of the cache, ears pricked as she listened to the howl that seemed to ask - no, demand - her attention. Huffing, and pushing the carcasses back into the cache for later inspection, she adopted a brisk lope towards the borders, hampered by the ever-deepening snow that made everything seem to take some more effort than it ought to. 

Finally the girl came into view, a mix of greys and whites in a pattern that reminded her of Lavender. Ears pricked forward, tail held a few inches above her spine, the woman made her approach, pausing a short distance from the merle. "can I help you?" She asked with a cant of her muzzle, noting the absence of a distinct pack scent on the woman and assuming her a loner.