The elements, it seemed, were unrelenting in their testing of Tauriel's ability to survive on her own. The polar opposite of the past summer, the cold seeped into her very bones and she was forced to hunt more frequently just to keep the blood pumping in her veins. She'd found a few good places to hole up from the stronger storms, and had been resting in one such place near the lake's shore that day. When the storm finally relented, night had fallen and when Tauriel lifted her head to see the darkness beyond the den's opening, she nearly curled back in on herself to sleep away the rest of the night. But even as she tucked her nose beneath the plush of her white tail once more, her ears twitched atop her skull. A lone howl carried on the still air of the night. She recognized that voice - it was Halcyon.

Lifting her head, she looked once more towards the dark exit of the den. His sonorous song called out across the land, filling the night with its beauty. Tauriel had enjoyed the male's company month's prior when they had first met. She had not encountered him since, and thought perhaps tonight was as good as any other night to catch up with him and see how things were going. So she roused herself, leaving the warmth of the small den behind in favor of loping across the pristine white landscape towards the crags.

Coming from above, she maneuvered down the ice and snow laden crags carefully. Occasionally she would lift her gaze and look about, trying to locate the male, then lowering her gaze to ensure she did not misstep. As she made her way down and through the crags, her ears pricked forward at the sounds of voices ahead. More than just Halcyon's voice. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she crept forward silently, wondering who - or what - she was approaching. She stood upon a ledge somewhat above and to the side of the small gathering, green and orange eyes flicking over each wolf in turn and not even finding Halcyon among them. It was only when she lifted her gaze away from them that she noticed he was moving away from the group with another at his side.

It gave Tauriel pause, as she looked back to the small group of shewolves clustered near the frozen pond. Her breath clouded the air before her as she simply watched for a moment longer. Larger gatherings of wolves were something she had not partaken in for years, and she was not sure that she wanted to change that this night - especially without a familiar face amongst the group. So she hovered for a moment on the ledge, certain that she would turn a leave with the next breath drawn.