Whitefish River Shattering Everything

She hadn't seen or even heard the other wolf, and that was bad. But the new comer didn't have to know that. She slowly stopped and turned her storm grey eyes to the unknown creature. Her eyes landed on a charcoal female fit with piercing hazel eyes. She met those eyes with her own gun-metal grey ones, the scar running over one of them giving her an eerie look.

She turned fully around and let a smirk befall her muzzle, her position completely relaxed as if she had known the woman had been there the whole time. "Oh, I know there is someone out there looking for me." she replied calmly, her stance neither friendly nor aggressive. Neutral and relaxed.

The yearling's red and silver fur stood out like a beacon against the barren whiteness so it was no surprise the wolf had seen her. She was just glad she wasn't of the spine(at least not yet), if she was she would have to attack her. No one could know where her pack resided. At least not yet, but the time would come and the Spine would bow to her feet.