Broken Boulder Starchaser

Calida had been given the okay to travel, and tonight, she wandered the furthest yet from the glacier. Her head wound was well-scabbed over and itched like crazy - she did her best to leave it alone. Her headaches, too, were quickly decreasing in both pain and longevity. It was with a light heart that she traveled, her eyes set on the moon as she went. It was somewhat cold, but her winter coat had come in thick and deeply russet: she was easily seen against the snow, but for once, she didn't care - if she ran into trouble, the glacier and it's inhabitants were not far off. She was slipping surprisingly well into pack life, and wasn't nearly as awkward around strangers anymore: it was this that allowed her to approach the stranger male with some confidence, and introduce herself. 

"Hello, stranger. I didn't think anyone else would be wandering tonight. I'm Calida, I'm from a nearby pack." Calida sat a moderate distance away, still erring on the side of caution.