Emberflame Ridge Breath, should I take a deep?

Calm as the willows were, she appreciated a chance to get away every once in a while, knowing that soon she would be tied to her territory, pups at her belly. Emberflame Ridge, with its beauty and sweet memories--not to mention close proximity to Elysium--was an ideal spot. She hiked upward, huffing only a little bit, her stomach churning with the effort.

It churned further as she spotted the hunched creature in the near distance, dark against the snow. Her nostrils flared; his scent said "wolf," but the look of him suggested otherwise. . .but then, what? With wary steps, she traveled forward, ears half-pressed against her head.

Hallo? Lily said after giving a chuff, brows drawing tight together. He was bigger than her and the same color, but it was clear he was different. Wrong, though she would have never said it aloud.