Horizon Ridge between greenwood and castle

He was surprised to find the scent, but also not. It made sense that in such a great wide world there would be many kingdoms; however, Pendragon did not wish to be on bad terms with any of them. He hoped that their guards were more lenient, or at the very least, that he wasn't close enough to be detected. And then another thought came to him — what if..? — He was about to turn inwards from the columbine and investigate a copse of trees beyond the mere fringe of this territory, because there was the potential of finding a home here. Yet as soon as he took a step, Pendragon froze, for he heard a voice.

The voice surprised him even more than the many scents did, more than the initial discovery did -- it was a girl. The language she used was sharp, abrupt, and crude, not at all fitting for a lady. But she didn't seem alarmed by him, or defensive. In fact she seemed just as stunned as himself. Another homeless stranger? How very peculiar! This land was so vast, but Pendragon had yet to find any wolf beholden to a kingdom. No guards, no knights, no kings!

Rather than leave the stranger on her own (which may have been wise), Pendragon chose to seek her out. She wasn't far from him, and had a pleasant air about her (aside from the language). He crooned an inviting note in her direction, tail lifted slightly and wagging as a signal for friendship; and while his posture was a bit stiff, he tried to calm himself by the time he reached her position.

Greetings, fair maiden, came his orotund voice, booming between the trees with Pendragon's usual confidence, I believe we have found someone's home - and I assumed by your shock and awe, it is not your own. Neither is it mine. Perhaps... We should move on? Before we are discovered, and made fools of, he could've added, but chose not to.