Gyrfalcon's Keep twist and shout like an angry crow

After the past few days of constantly on the move with little sleep to reconcile her muscles, she felt as though she might just pass out onto the frosty ground. Her body ached, but it was a sensation she was slowly getting used too, having felt such a way the past few months. Her paws stung and hurt with every step, and if wind blew in her direction carrying a chill she would witness another freezing hell.

The smell of another was masked by the close territory, she considered stepping in and begging for a place to stay, but the wolfess would never stoop so low -- ever. Every exhale created an illusion of smoke before her, for a second she imagined herself a dragon. 

It wasnt until a voice was carried over, one seemingly annoyed, a male. Her ears lifted up, and she instantly altered her posture to accentuate whatever feminine features she could, perhaps she could flatter her way into a place to stay for the night. She walked with a provocative gait, her eyes filled with a counterfeit of lust despite not even seeing the potential victim. "Helloo?" She decided to use the damsel in distress tone of voice. "Is anyone there?"