Greatwater Lake Let my heart be your shelter

A woof snared her attention, drawing it from the lake to the source, a wolf of grey with a puppyish face. Young, yet old. Wise. The woman took in her posture, the greeting. Warm in the frozen land. She tilted her ears before moving to approach, mirroring the others tail.
It wouldn't hurt to make a friend.

"Hey there," she greeted, hoping that this being would be as welcoming as she seemed. "Congratulations on your hunt,"  she decided to comment. Opening up and being friendly was only a good idea, besides winter hunting was hard. Any catch made was worthy of praise, even from strangers.