The librarian didn't move right away. She nudged the hood back to show her face better, just in case the wolf was something sentient. There was one she could think of, but she did her best not to hope too strongly for him. If it was him...he was a very large wolf indeed.
"Hello." She looked around to see if anyone was coming to claim this large beastie. "You're a pretty one, you know that?" Something about the eyes. There was definitely something about the eyes, and that little feeling she got around supernatural types suggested this was no ordinary very large black wolf.
"Yes, you probably do know that. Now, I'm going to come closer, yes?" She pulled up her skirt a bit to allow for better tromping through high drifts. She moved very slowly, pushing that bit of nervousness down. This thing could easily kill her. She had no magical power, and she'd not bothered with finding a weapon.
"I'm Niklas. Now, you could be who I hope you are, or you could be someone else. Or something else. So, I'm just going to talk to you, okay?" Her voice didn't shake; she'd been in dangerous and uncertain situations before. This was not new. The new part was the fact that the creature before her could be the shifting man of her..well, not her more lucid dreams.
She would have continued talking and walking, only one of the drifts was a little deeper than she expected. Her foot went much further down into the loose snow, and her graceful travels over the snow turned into a right not so proper face plant. She didn't get up right away; instead she lifted herself up enough to see just how far into the snow she'd gone.
"Lovely." Her leg was buried, and the way she landed had pulled her coat and skirt in awkward angles, catching it beneath her. At least she could push from the snow to look down. "Right, then."