Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

Ruona did not expect to run into another; not in the temperament they found themselves in… she thought any creature smart enough to survive would be doing as she was doing and fleeing to the south in order to find better climate that might allow not just survival but the ability to thrive as a whole.
 
She was taken aback to see another come across her sight seemingly following her approach to the south, the white woman did not expect wolves to find survival in such an expanse. Faded purple stains around her paws were the only part of her fur that would not blend with the surrounding expanse, though it had been some time since her last stomping of berries, meaning that the colors would soon be gone altogether. Piercing green eyes and facial features standing out as she found herself moving forward.
 
“Who?” The word fell, a thick accent over her voice as her head tilted to the side; her command of the common tongue was good, but until she knew whether or not the woman she had stumbled across was friend or foe, she would speak minimally, hoping to guide the other to the conclusion of a partial language barrier that might be useful for getting herself out of trouble.