Whitefish River with the strength of the returning tide

it is not long before her presence is detected by another and a soft huff has tundra abandoning her sitting position to spin quickly around to face the wolf who had approached her. the form she observes is of a woman bearing a pelt similarly pale to hers although where tundra's orbs are a stark contrast to her coat with their glossy darkness, the other's icy gaze is similarly pale. she does also note the abundance of scars scattering her newfound company. despite there not seeming to be too much of a threat here as the wolf would likely have not made her presence known if she'd had malicious intentions- tundra's posture remains tensed and ready should a problem arise. "hello" is the simple word to slip softly from her jaws, tone neither hostile or friendly- simply stating a greeting where it seemed to be needed. the narrowed look she presses on the other expresses what doesn't need to be said; 'can i help you with something?' 

she isn't actually too bothered by the company though, in fact should the woman prove to be of any interest to her she might go as far as to appreciate it. she could do with something to break up what would otherwise be another rather dull day.