Stone Circle for lost time

Mara had grown used to the seemingly neverending cold of this blasted winter. Well, as comfortable as she can be in the gelid weather. The harsh winds pushed her fur back agaisnt her skin, showing even more so of her feminine silhouette, that often hid beneath her coat. The breath of nature carried with it an aroma of a stranger, though the scentless nose the female had never picked up on it. It wasn't until a copper form stalked about the frozen wonderland that had become of Easthollow. Though this was a stranger, and her imaginary brow furrowed, she could have sworn she'd met all the adults of this pack - was this a new recruit?

The agouti wolfess moved closer to the foriegn wolf, and even with the chance of this being an intruder she placed a faint smile on her maw. "Hello," She said with a silvery tone. Her amber gaze didn't shift from the other, as she began to observe the newcomer.