Arrow Lake Turning Stones

Peace was hers if only for a moment, at a time when she could rest her weathered paws. The tumbled had opened the blisters of her travel, but not so much as to warrant the immediate attention of a healing tongue. Instead, she would let the cooling touch of the snow numb the pain to naught as well as her mind til her ears were distracted. Looking up from the ice, she spied the miniature form of a lupine female. Spry, indeed. If not light on her delicate paws as well. Though it was not her ability which drew the female's attention. More so the size of the fox colored girl. She was small... terribly small. Had the scent of age not accompanied her, the wanderer would have thought the petite thing was still a pup. "Indeed..." the she-wolf replied quietly then let her muzzle rest on the length of an outstretched leg. "Though not all can make a meal of the little ones as us big ones..." she countered softly with just the faintest hint of mirth in her voice.