Sianova

The timber wolf had stumbled into the Eskers, where she hoped to meet somebody new.

The wind brushed past her, sending her beautiful fur of brown and gray. She was known to live freely, running with the wind, giving her the other name, Wind Spirit. It wasn't her real name though. That she didn't care.

Her eyes, colored a nice turquoise, scanned the land for on-commers.
She sat back and let out a loud, piercing howl toward the sky that rang all around.

Kanan

Traveling across the eskers on his own, Kanan caught sound of the fae. His pack had been disbanded and his mother and two siblings had disappeared. One sister had established a pack, and now Kanan was left on his own.

His body was mostly white, but parts of his shoulder, back, and face were clouded gray. And his eyes, taking after the rare trait of his mother, were blue. Although he was an adult and was so far successful at catching his own food, Kanan was very mischivieous and playful at heart.

As he loped towards the top of a nearby esker ridge, he spotted Sianova and gave a sharp yip to catch her attention. He knew not to invade into a stranger's personal space, upon pain of being rebuffed or scolded by their fangs. So he waited on the esker, tail held in a friendly manner.