As she gently puffed, Acacia allowed her nasals to draw in deep breaths, slowly approaching that familiar location after a decent bit of travel, every scent trail that lingered in the frigid weather about it was depicted one by one, until she came to a halt, a strange scent danced upon every nerve in her nostrils before she grunted.

Paws pacing one after the other collected to a trot as her hackles began to raise upon her neck trailing down over her shoulders and along her spine, muscles tensed as she attempted to make herself look larger than she was, and, well braver too. She'd approached from behind the house unknowing which direction she'd wandered she could have ended up anywhere around the building. As she edged towards the edge of the forest's cover she'd halt for a mere moment, the moonlight illuminating those mix toned orbs. 

Having a small spike of courage, her vocals began to rub, a rumble rose from the depths of her chest and up through her maw, nasal bridge rippling as she dipped her head, ears forward and tail low yet stiff as she stuck only her nose out of the forests line. Barely visible except the coloring of her sights as she made herself audible to the lurking wolf peeking through a glass door.

As she slowly began to take another step out of her hiding place she'd eventually realize what she was doing, the sudden shift of courage to uncertainty was visible in her eyes and in the motion of ears falling backwards, then forwards quickly along with the almost immediate silence. She prayed that the Ulfric had heard her, or at least, that the other wasn't quite as interested in her.

Acacia stood stiffly, fur still raised as she watched the other werewolf, puffing hefty breaths as she watched every movement of the other closely.