So deeply immersed in her grumbling was she, that she did not notice the rambunctious female until her muzzle grew icy with a peppering of snow flung up the the other's none-too-careful paws. Kairos sneezed once and again, blowing the white crystals from her tender nose and lips and exhaling thick pillars of steam that rose into the crisp sky above as swiftly as a bird. She watched it go through narrowed, black and ice-blue eyes before turning her attentions to her unexpected companion. She too was young, coloured in rich oaken and blood with eyes as brown as the soil in springtime. Her body was lean and lithe, and her lips upturned in a careless grin. Unused to such an attitude, the tri-hued fatale twitched her ears, firmly rooted paws promising that no play-bow would be returned.

The other chose to speak then, twinkling voice as gay as as her soul, greeting the Voidborn fea with her name and title. Kairos tilted her head and remained so for awhile before letting her hindquarters drop to the ground. The snow bit her flanks with cold jaws and she shot up, instantly regretting her decision. As if to hide her folly, she ploughed forward without hesitation, bowling into the stranger and hopefully knocking her to the snowy ground. If she managed to overpower her, Kairos would then snap at the nearest flailing limb, tail all a-flutter. The only issue with her actions came from the fact that no watcher would be able to tell if she played or attempted to maul her companion. Her eyes were wide and sparkling with glee, but her snapping jaws slammed shut with a severity not often found in gamboling youngsters, and trails of saliva dripped from her jowls.

Her expression too was unreadable, neither joyful nor aggressive, and mixed signals flowed from her form as a river from a spring, making it seem as though the heart behind the face was unused to being wolf. No doubt she would confuse poor Taika beyond repair, but little could be done about such things. It was simply in Kairos' nature to be thus, and she felt so little emotion that it was uncertain whether even she knew what was going on inside her mind.

She paused suddenly in her seemingly unwarranted attack to speak, her name and little else, “Kairos.”

OOC-sorry for shortness and lameness, I am struggling to develop this girl's character and am just trying to decide what to go for. Hopefully it doesn't effect your muse!