(May I join?) Flute's snow white fur was almost bushy enough to be more like a fox's, but she wasn't a fox. She was an arctic wolf who, needless to say, almost didn't care how she had arrived where she was. She could have been searching for someone who cared, but if she was, where was the friend? She saw silver fur and laughed to herself. She started padding towards the two, but stopped almost immediately when she spotted the male. Flute made herself scarce and hid behind a nearby tree. Her thoughts were muddled by a bunch of things: One: was this the friend she was sent back to look for? Two: Who was the male? And three: Why did she hide? She honestly wanted to know all of the information she could. "Hi," she whispered loudly enough so she hoped her voice would be carried by the winds. Her voice was different in a way, nothing simple, but simply melodic. That was how she had recieved her name.