Moonspear Running Start

The snowy she-wolf sensed someone approaching. The scent was still of Moonspear, she knew that of Amekaze's scent. Was it Amekaze? No. There were other scents that were more evident that it was another wolf. She assumed it was one of her packmates, because, it only mad logical sense to Frost. Her head lifted from the cooling waters of the stream as she heard a voice. There stood a gray wolf, various colors of gray lay on his pelt, and the color of sand tinged his legs. He seemed to be in a friendly manner, and he seemed to be around the same age as Frost. "Heh, I guess so," her voice had a hint of anxiousness. Had he seen her run? "I'm Frost." She smiled at wolf, her gaze genuine and friendly.