Fox's Glade Wisps of Red amongst blanket white

The girl was a different one, that was for certain. Sandy backed up even further away and eyed her with distrust and wariness. She was cowering, but slowly lifting her head. 

You know how a pack has leaders and then below them and so forth and so on? There is nothing like that here. We aren't pack mates. Just two strangers meeting somewhere unclaimed. I'm Sandulf.