Swiftcurrent Creek trying to find the stars in rear-view mirrors

Watching the she-wolf's coldness, her eyes glinted as a twisted smile rested on her face. The icy wind ruffled her fur, yet the tortoiseshell ignored it, studying the other wolfess with a calculating gaze. She could do. But the question was...would she? Straight to the point is how she usually worked, and today was no different. Her ear twitched as she spoke, her voice cool, almost bored. Are you looking for a pack? Her deep voice rumbled over the silence as her eyes stayed on the icy woman. It mattered not if she said yes or no to her, but she seemed like she could be of use.

I don't mind at all! Just tell me the date! :)