Duskfire Glacier In the car outside

to mireille's surprise, the dark wolf turned and addressed her. her scarlet hackles began to raise, but she tamped them down. there was nothing about the sable wolf that seemed dangerous, despite her newness to the sea-girl. 
after another moment's indecision, the redwolf padded closer. the wind had begun to chew on the back of her shoulders. she nodded politely at the stranger, stopping when the wind felt more muted by the closeness of the other. she tried to hide the wariness of her eyes.
and she would have spoken, had a woman not arrived at the borders. mireille, nurtured by two mothers, was innately drawn to something similar in lane. she shivered, blinking and cutting her glance sideways to see how the dark caller would answer.