Raven's Watch She's a gun

He moped on, trying to invigourate some warmth into his muscles. His head hung low in shame as wind whipped his fur into icy spikes. He could feel eyes trained on him, causing his attention to drift to that one watcher, expecting it to be his pale counterpart.
But no.
A woman of the same pelt of his, but with such different eyes, was watching him. Seemingly slightly miffed, but what could he do about it?

He licked his lips, lifting his head and pausing. His tail swayed softly, wondering if he should approach or not. Could he find himself a pack?