Morningside Cuesta Curiosity doesn't always kill the wolf

Keeping her walk pace a little faster than normal, the tawny female kept walking on the snowy path. Her paw pads were numb already from the snow, and her ears were feverish to hear an answer to her howl. In surprise, it was answered. She felt happy to know some wolf out here would like company, and maybe one who would like to accompany her more?

Picking up her trot, she followed the trail to where the howl and scent were, hopefully to arrive there quickly and greet the wolf. Before she could trot another step, she decided to roll in the snow. Hopefully it would flatten her fur down and make herself seem smaller (although it would only make her messier). She took the chance and quickly rolled around, getting snow everywhere on her and somewhat flattening her fur. It was also an excuse to roll around and get messy.

Quickly getting up and shaking off her fur, she picked up a gallop and ran towards the scent of the female. "Wait there! I'll be there soon!" She quickly thought, letting her long strides engulf the land. With a loud bark, she hopefully would let the wolf or wolfess know she was on her way.