Lost Creek Hollow all that may seem is but a dream within a dream

The slow, plodding, and yet strangely melodic way she spoke made Grayday feel as though he'd be there a while. The male plopped himself down and stared at the pale woman, his head tilting to the side as he finally noticed her strange, red-tinged eyes.

"It's not really a place - more like a people," he informed her. "My brothers and sisters," he added, perhaps poking fun at her but perhaps merely trying to help her understand. "We don't live here, though. We're over in that direction. Couple hours, if you walk."

Feeling much more at ease, now, Grayday found himself worrying for the little weirdo out here on her own. "What about you? Got a home?" he asked, privately feeling that he should not expect an answer from such a cryptic little wolf. Not a straight one, at least.