Alpine Lake And then walk until our feet are torn

Even though her teeth shone with a friendly flash, a playful display of weaponry - ears flattened for a moment as he too gave a display of his own pearly whites. His was less friendly, no smile on his lips or in his eyes. A soulless warning. Despite the lack of friendliess in his smile, his too lacked any conviction in following through with a threat. No malice was given or verbal cue, just silence. His vicious smile lingered just a little longer than hers until it too faded, his ears soon to follow to relax upon his crown but they didn't stand tall and alert anymore. 

Lazily they turned to the horizon, one slowly scanning while the other would pick up just enough of what she was saying to keep a conversation going. This was going on longer than he had thought it would.

Unlike her, he was alone. To sit here in the presence of a pack wolf who kept a conversationg oing was enough to cause a prick of suspicion. He had to stay on a mild alert, at least enough to listen to any footsteps at a distance. Call him crazy or cynical, but it was a safe habit to have when you didn't have anyone to call for back up if things get unsavory if she wasn't alone.

While she seated to get more comfortable, the snowy obilisk remained standing. The fur no longer swaying in the winds, frozen in an icy cape over his body. Pointing in random directions and shining in the dim light that shone through the clouds. It created a further barrier from him and the falling snow, a harder shell to penetrate to his skin as it clung to itself more so on his guard hairs than seeping down to chill his core.

She asked him where he was from. An innocent question with which he replied promptly enough. A place more north from here. Where winters last well into spring and the snow towers over the tallest buck. A pause. For a second he was taken back to home, the snow at this time of the year would start up again. Falling thick and blanketing the ground such as this storm, but it was calmer. The winds were less, the ice only stuck around when rain would visit them at an innoportune time in the winter, giving the lands a slick coat that made even hunting a pain in the ass. 

What do you have that they need. He'd probe his own question in the meantime. A leader to him was wise, strong, had seen many battles and was able to tactfully bring the majority of the warriors home. Someone who throught about the fauna and decided when it was time to breed, and when it was time to focus on training instead.  One that would make the hard decision to put down a pup that looked small and fragile because they would not last long as opposed to wasting food on something that would only slow them down. What could she possibly have that a pack would need.