Her head snapped towards the sound of paws as they broke through ice and snow; in a moment, she froze as if taken by the snowstorm, the fur along her spine having risen in instinct at the potential for a threat. Even the wolves here, she thought, had such a tendency to invoke such a response, an unashamedly dangerous lot they could be. Yet, she was met with a stranger who was not entirely a stranger, a face that seemed akin to another and an eye that stared back at her with a haunting gaze. Such a thing did little to quell the flutter of her heart, her fur barely moving despite her breath of relief - she still stood stiff despite her forcing herself to turn to face the newcomer, as much a stranger to Asteraia as she was. They both reeked like other lands, other wolves and for a moment, her eyes roamed back towards the innards of the pack, curious to see how long they might go undisturbed.
The other moved to her then, taller and broader and certainly older, and more happy it seemed. Beltane, however, watched on with the slightest hint of suspicion, her eyes narrowed though her tail gave a short, stunted wave of greeting. At the girl's question, her good ear flickered forward, a low hmm of thought breathed out as she tilted her head to better inspect her.
Sister. She had barely imagined she might encounter an older one, let alone a sister who did not even belong in Asteraia. Yet, she remained passive, seemingly unmoved despite her heart's flutter. It was not out of excitement however but rather, curiosity.