Morningside Cuesta Curiosity doesn't always kill the wolf

Finally breaking to a long stride trot, the burly female had reached the spot where the scent was wafting in at its strongest. She kept trotting and finally caught sight of another wolf, one that was alone. The wind started to pick up, barely chilling the female from all of her fur. The wolf, one she believed was a female (due to her slimmer size) was smaller than Krypton. Of coarse, everything was smaller when compared to krypton, she was a large size for a female. It was in her blood though, Mackenzie Valley wolves were larger than most wolf subspecies. Krypton stole a glance at her paws. She could crush a skull underneath the weight and sheer size of her paws.

She broke down to a walk and taking only a few steps, exposed her voice. "Hello?" She asked loudly, hopefully her voice crawling over the wind to reach the other loner's ears. The snow had stopped, but that didn't mean the weather wasn't cold. If this loner needed a place to stay, she could bring her to Silvertip for a little while, maybe even have her join? She would speak about it later with the loner if all went well.

She stayed where she was and looked at the female with calm eyes, her hackles slightly raising along with her tail. Ears pricked forward, eyes calm, body slightly heaving from the run - Krypton waited for the loner to answer.