Redtail Rise Around in the shade,

Her eyes narrow into a sort of smile as he speaks, a sureness of herself and where she now stands in this dynamic. He gestures to a glacier some ways away, speaking a word which she can only assume is a pack name.

The herd? She repeats back to him, glancing down below the rise. Caribou, maybe, is what she assumes. Nothing has come up this way while I've been sat here, but then again the wind is not in my favour. She would have noticed him much sooner if it was.

Looking back to him she returns his approach, though while his is slow and respectful she has no issue stepping directly into his space. Far enough not to touch, but close enough for the risk of snapping teeth. What is your name, my friend? Speaking with a leaned head to further catch his scent, she eyes him as she awaits an answer.