Northstar Vale kismet, right?

the sound was unfamiliar, not carrying the tone of any wolf kalika had come to know. she turned with marked unenthusiasm, but gave a smile upon realizing that this was a woman. a woman who she could herself in, no less; aside from the haunting onyx gaze, she carried a blanchard's coat to rival that of the siren. 

the grace with which she carried herself attracted kalika. we haven't met yet, she purred, then turning back to face the sky.