Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

Oh, you just wait. :P

Reserved, cold, distant, disinterested, focused on something else. Nuna did not feel the slightest bit offended that the lanky she-wolf had spared her only one look and moved on without saying so much as a word (which would have been wasted effort) or stopping to exchange a brief greeting ritual. During that moment, when her silver eyes had met with the icy blue ones, she had felt surprised and mesmerized, because she had never seen a wolf, who possessed that kind of eye colour. She was not able to put it in words, but she felt as if the lone wolf's gaze had pierced through to her very core and had seen everything worthwhile.

The pelt bore unusual markings as well and all in all the other wolf was so extraordinary creature in the bleak world that consisted of shades of brown and grey, that Nunataq felt an inclination to follow, in order to find out more. She waited until the lone wolf had walked a long distance away, but was still visible, left her fox trail and began to stalk quietly after her. As a creature, who half of the time thought about consequences of her actions only, when they happened, it was no wonder she did not dwell on the potential danger she was walking right in.