Moonspear strayed above the highway aisle

the woman does not go long unnoticed; dark against the snows. for a moment, the stranger radiates something approaching hostility. quickly does the girl falter, lead lowered in line with her chest, tail slung neutrally. "I am a friend," she promises, falling motionless then. to move too quickly would be to invite hostility from the wrong kind of wolf. 

she understands, though. she is newly reacquainted to the mountain, and has isolated herself to the higher reaches, most of in the vicinity of Dragomir, since. those close to the border, thin and worn as she is, she could just as easily appear to be a loner.