Gyrfalcon's Keep twist and shout like an angry crow

Emory's ears flicked up at the noise, her nose twitched searching for the direction of the scent. It didn't smell like a female, but whether or not it was she couldn't care less. Men, women, all were on the vixen's list. She sneaked forward through the sand and finally spotted a rather dark, masculine looking creature. She raised an eyebrow, it was always easier to flirt when they were actually attractive. 

Her hips swayed side to side before plopping her haunches down onto the tiny rocks below her. The wolfess' head tilted to the left, as if she was seemingly interested in the wolf before her. "What are you doing, wandering around alone in the winter?"