Moonsong Glacier if he lives and we die

Ariadne had been on her daily walk when she'd caught wind of Rusalka's scent. She stopped, looking around, until she saw a large man who walked the borders at a respectful distance; he was from another pack, she sensed.

Turning on her heel, she headed in his direction with a smile as his coloration and size reminded her of @Barbatos. She wondered how the man of the willows was doing and briefly reminisced when he held her; she missed him.

This woman greets you, she called as she walked.