I hear her call and yet, it is not a call that I ought to fear. Instead, it almost resonates with a kind of pleading, a hope of sorts that stills the cold night for a moment. I pause upon the shoreline, momentarily captivated by the sound before I change my path, now destined towards wherever she may be. In the calm of the night, she will be easy to find and find her in silence, I will.

Her scent is the thing that interests me most though as I begin towards her location; it wafts about the breeze, feminine and yet, absent of winter's stench. It is a smell I know well enough and yet, there is something else to it that makes an ear flicker forward in instinctive curiosity. There is somebody familiar upon her pelt, yet I cannot discern who it may be just yet. It is of no consequence however. Her voice did not sing for me to discover her indescrepencies but rather, she has summoned me for some other purpose. She is lucky, at least, to captivate my curiosity rather than my agitation.

I come upon her then in silence, head on as she paces, mouth agape and eyes wild. I meet her gaze with nothing but sharpness, undeterred and disinterested by whatever may ail her; she does not stink of disease or pestilence. Whatever sickness she may have is not one of flesh and blood. However, I pause at a greater distance than usual, head tilting slowly as my eyes follow her, over and over until she realizes she is no longer alone here beneath the moon. My tail is arched, ears erect and eyes owl-wide, unashamed to present my rank as trapses across my land.

For now, I do not speak. Instead, I watch her expectantly, curious to see what my silence may do to a wolf in this position and state.