She sees the wolf, and her grin widens. The troubling fact that she didn't feel its approach - and that she still doesn't feel the wolf's presence in her mind - is quickly dismissed in favor of simple pleasure at seeing a wolf again. She's missed them.

"Hullo," she offers, wobbling a little as she straightens (these rocks are slippery!). "Is there a whole pack here?" She can't help but look excited at the prospect, though she doesn't want to appear too eager. If the poor fellow's alone, the last thing she wants to do is rub it in.