Silver Moraine Yet it don't bother me

When she heard the other wolf She nearly growled in frustration. She held back knowing that wasn't the best option, whoever it was might be agressive. She opened her icy blue eyes, wondering who was interrupting her sulking. 

They widened when she saw the wolf was none other than Esaro. Her head raised from her paws, not quite believing it to be him. Had she conjured up a hallucintion of him on will? 

Standing, she moved closer. "Esaro?"