Felltree Marsh She can wait if she wants

Amid the grey and white of winter, the stranger blended in fairly well. The hint of scent on the breeze caused her to stiffen and scan the terrain for any sign of a wolf- and picked him out well enough. The verdant green of his gaze was accented by the green of pine in the distance, contrasting against the pale fur of his face. Only the jagged line of skin on one side of his face marked him as anything other than ordinary. Quite a scar- right over his eye. 

But his invitation was friendly enough. Lilia approached with a haughty step, her hackles lifted but no sparkle of malintent in her icy eyes. She gazed at him levelly, brow arched slightly, as though she expected a certain level of dignity from him. "What buh-rings you thith way?" She asked, her voice lilting with curiosity, though her features remained somewhat skeptical.