Gyrfalcon's Keep Bones Exposed

She stopped, ears locking on to the point of sound, gold eyes following to fall on a dark form. Silence stretched as she stood still and proud before the other, mirroring her in her watchful stare. The was a splash of familiarity here, though she couldn't place a paw on what, exactly, it was. Wind rustled her fur, gently jostled her out of her observational state. Her tail flicked, starting a revolution of small motions as she nodded to the wolf. There was something nagging her in the far reaches of her mind, but she brushed it away for the sake of the here and now. 

A hardy wolf, she had always been, originally hailing from the desert before she'd left and found her way through the winding path of her life. Ups and downs, but very rarely had she had anything steady, and her sleeping pattern matched that. She slept when she felt like it and wandered at odd times, which led them here. Facing each other, that electric charge of I know you resonated in her. But she didn't know her, or her scent. 

There was no pack, and little companionship that clung to the female before her. No hint there. So then what was it? For now, she couldn't pin point it, but she would find out, one way or another. "Late night?" She rumbled, indicating the time, the fact that they were seemingly alone here on this child-sized mountain.