Broken Antler Fen pазве ты не знаешь, я тебе не годюсь?

i know Aiyy can't technically join officially and i'm not sure how you guys feel about dogs but feel free to chase her away if they would consider her a wild animal/scavenger

Trees clustered on the banks of the half frozen wetlands, their bare branches sheathed in casings of ice that turned the forests to ghostly, fantastical woods of white -- the makings of fairytale worlds. The winds snagged in them like a comb through tangled tresses, clinking together in a wintry melody amidst the symphony of bird calls. The Laika pattered along easily enough, her broad, tufted paws made for crossing snows heavier than this. Her breaths fogged in the air with white plumes of steam, pink tongue occasionally lolling as the piebald loped along. 

After a time, the dog had drawn up along the borders of the everglade Fen, where fresh but noticeable scent markings had been  draped to claim the mires as belonging to a coalition of sorts -- Kuo couldn't be sure what kind though. The scents were definitely canid but they did not smell of her kind, nor any sort of canines she had met amongst the two-legs. As unfamiliar as the sled-dog was with wolves, she understood the sanctity of territory well enough. She made sure to stop well beyond the outlines of the pack's claim and settled in the snow cautiously. 

Domesticated as she might be, the tundrian was familiar with the concept of howling as a means of communication for even her own blood was prone to calling out to each other from a distance. She was quick to announce her presence -- lest she seem suspicious to the Fen's inhabitants -- by tipping her freckled head back and letting a thin howl pierce the air, the sound lacking the depth or strength of a wolf's. Hopefully, it would be enough to get her point across -- she was friendly and she was hoping to join their numbers.