Moonsong Glacier [m] Of the January sun; and not to think

Wow, she was not like Wind Flower, at all. And that was good. 

But he'd never seen a snarling she-wolf like this before, so forgive the hesitance. Perhaps a word or two would calm her? Or at least... offer clarity for the confused man? 

No words came come to him. He was on his own.

A detail. 

She snarled when he stopped. 

Was that it? Did she want him near? 

Again, he drew closer, her scent swirling in his nose.