Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

When she turns back around, she notes the ground move in the distance. Between the fray of flying snow, she notes the form of a pale wolf but where she stands it is unrecognizable and the wind is not in her favor. Her brows knit together with curiosity and she forgets what is behind her, taking several steps forward for a better view. Furi carefully moves through the snow, angling to one side to see the silhouette from a different angle, her feet slowing when she sees the telltale signs of sandy legs against the bleached background.
 
Her lips peel back, heart sinking to the depths of her chest, and she moves carefully forward so that he does not notice her approach. The crunch of snow beneath her feet make it difficult but if she moves slow enough it is drowned out by the digging until she is as close as she wants to be, not wanting to push her luck until he notices her or tires himself out.