Northstar Vale salute your solution

Whim wasn't walking long when he spotted the other wolf, not far off. It was dark in the vale due to the cover of the surrounding peaks but the wolf before him was darker still, a small ink splotch on the landscape, picking through trees as he was. He imagined her view was quite opposite — Whim himself would be an unignorable bright spot. Such was the problem in being of a family who'd made the long trek from the North. The Endores hadn't been in a more arctic clime in ages, at least not his direct relatives, and so it wasn't until winter that Whim would really be at home in the landscape.

As he continued toward the other, he realised that she wasn't a small ink splotch at all. She was rather large, in fact, his size, even. He thought that it was perhaps rude not to call out a greeting, but he was awkward enough with face-on introductions, and so swallowed down any impulse to call out — he'd only muck it up, anyway. He also thought it might be smart to change course in case she thought his continuing in her general direction was meant to be threatening (and to avoid that he checked his posture a bit, forcing himself to look relaxed and neutral) but decided against it, in case she was with a pack or in some way dangerous and saw his veering as a retreat.