Porcupine Ridge And when she speaks..?

Flora smelled the male long before he approached, and raised her head. He was large and black, a good specimen, but reminded her of the dark husky-wolf hybrid who had torn open her belly,nearly killing her. She rose to her feet and gazed upon him, her eyes narrowed and firm. Her face was that of a poker player, deathly emotionless. She padded a few yards in, closing some distance, but not much. Her ears flicked and she chuffed to him, not showing aggression or greeting. Just a bland chuff. Her breath puffed in front of her, as it was icy cold. 
   Again, she closed some distance, only 100 meters from the border now. Ughh...This would be hard.