Larksong Grotto She is frequently kind

There were some options, though none of them looked really reliable, especially not in winter. Ice glazed the ledges, making them shine. Lilia continued to move along, considering what looked like the most feasible path until she caught sight of another wolf- a yearling, slightly larger than her, but with a friendly look to her hazel eyes. She regarded Lilia with an expression that seemed curious, inviting. 

Lilia waved her tail. Scouting and travelling smoothed her temper; she learned to respond first with humility. 

"You know thith area?" She asked, hoping perhaps the other wolf might be more familiar with the terrain.