Shadow Mountain i ain't gonna be cookin' all day

Silence settles heavily on the lake, the odd snowfall nothing more than a clipped dusting of white flakes. The wraith moves parallel to the lake, and for a long while there is naught beside the soft crunch of her own footfalls and the low murmur of her breath. Her direction is aimless, with only the lakeshore to guide her, before her upturned muzzle catches a glimpse of some dark shape. Duelly does she adjust her course, for here is something of interest in this empty day. When she draws near does she chuff lowly, though thinks it unlikely that her presence has not already been noticed. "hello." Her greeting comes as she stops a good distance away, but near enough so that her voice carries when finally she speaks. Glacier gaze tracks it's way across him, evaluating once before returning to his face, mask of detachment clicking smoothly into place as she stills.