Deepwood Weald a whispered portent

She was wandering on when someone spoke, and she turned to see a male wolf walking up, inquiring.  Was she alright?  "Yeah, why? Do I look not?"

She looked at him curiously, the fact that he might've heard her call and come to it not quite firing in her consciousness.  She shifted her weight somewhat, ready in a flash to switch to indignant offense depending on his response.  She was perfectly fine, thank-you-very-much random sir.