Northstar Vale office style jazz band

Another. Presence is established, as is direction, via a chuff. She pivots, eyes searching in the general direction the sound has come from, not yet slipping in movement. The wind is too strong to properly scent the other, but she sees him soon enough, the dark of his coat stark against the earth. She allows his approach to be unhindered, by the unthreatening stance he carries and his friendly chuff, she assumes him to be not a threat. 

She watches him curiously, moving with easy grace to meet him. "Greetings" she begins, soft and lilting voice amplified to be heard above the winds, steadily picking up, though the change is barely perceptible. She can not tell yet if he is of pack, or but another lone wolf. She is wary, as any might be of a stranger, but not especially fearful. She watches him curiously, wondering a number of things, but putting none of them into words, not yet.