Sawtooth Spire do not cry, do not weep

Ynes cursed under her breath as she watched the herd scramble left and right, and for a desperate moment, she even tried to chase after a lone doe scattering past her. As she trailed her with her gaze, another came into a view; a white, winter wolf, plush in the height of spring. He was a unique creature and moreso, one who she intended on investigating. Ynes began to trot toward him, barking a greeting, though she stopped soon enough to leave a few yards between them. Hello, she called from where she stood. It perplexed her that another wolf had made it into this territory, but then she thought about how she had done it and realized that the trek hadn't been too exceptional.

Who are you? she asked out of curiousity, rather than with any threat behind the question.