Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

There was no hostility to the stranger's stance, only an unreadable fire in her sunshine eyes that Yuralria couldn't help but feel unsettled by. Nevertheless, her neutrality drew the young girl in and soon she too was examining the tracks with a subtle twitch of her nose. 

The scent indicated the start of a season, the wolf explained in a lilting tone, and Yura's ears flicked as she attempted to understand what Sobeille was conveying. Was this how she had been made? She tried to imagine her mother and father together, but found no logical way the puzzle pieces fit. "How?"

She hardly allowed the other to reply when another thought crossed her mind. "I mean, does it have to be a man? What if you wanted to make babies with her?" Her gaze followed the trail until it disappeared, wondering if the stranger was tracking the mysterious snowwoman for the same reason.