Bracken

The lone wolf was getting a bit lean now. He couldn't find a pack and was having a hard time getting his own food. He didn't want to resort to humans... no, his parents warned him of that. Bracken howled out loudly for whatever pack might hear him.

Aava

The alphess of Pyrola Fields had heard this howl. She quickly bounded over the melting and slushy snow, her eyes locking on this newcomer. She howled and the proceeded. Her howl was chilling, and her cold side was slightly showing. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke.
"Hello. I am Aava, alphess of Pyrola Fields. I am understanding you are wandering for a pack?"
She waited for his answer.