Duskfire Glacier turns you into stone

It's difficult to miss the approach of another through the quiet tunnels. The yearling's ears perk slightly, and she slows for a few beats to lift her nose to the air. She's scented this woman throughout the territory, but she has yet to meet her. Only a moment after she decides to introduce herself, the other wolf appears from around a corner.
She stops only a few feet from her, chuffing softly and dipping her head in greeting. It's not quite bright enough to see the other in detail, but she's beautiful; the inkstain refrains from voicing this thought, aware of and for once concerned with the offense it could cause. After all, the woman is likely related to Siarut— he certainly didn't invite her here to flirt with his family. Instead she waits for the other to set the tone for their introduction, gaze full of curiosity.