Rising Sun Valley a backlit canopy with holes punched in it

She had spied him only fleeting moments before he saw her. Echelon was growing accustomed to the interceptions from others, though it wasn't as though she had been trying to hide herself away in the shadows. Winter was a difficult season for even her to go about hidden. Yet being spotted were the least of her worries. Winter was a difficult season in general and as it were, she had no idea what to expect from others. From the packs, even.

Her pace slowed smoothly as the dusky male greeted her, her own blue eyes sizing him up and looking him over. He seemed somewhat well off, but she didn't know if that were really true. There were wisps of the Glacier wolves in tow with him, but only in the form of lingering scents. So what was he? A sentinel for them? Wouldn't have surprised him, given she had lingered about for a few days now.

"Morning," she rejoined, letting her pace dwindle to see if he was about to change direction and follow after her. Echelon was heading a bit more towards the glacier, but not so much to visit there. Instead her interests had shifted to see what he would do, what he would say. Perhaps he was merely out for a stroll and would have no interest in pursuing her through the depths of the wood.