Salt

Harlyn couldn't help the wag of her tail as the woman came close to sniff at her. she tilted her head slightly to return the gesture with an eager inspection of her own. She smelled of salt and sea - a far cry from the deep woods and mountain streams she was used to. It was pleasant to her and made her feel slightly wistful for the days she had spent wandering the wilds as a lone wolf. But she had the Hollow now, and she had Mordecai. The only wandering left for her were little excursions like these.

Harlyn as intrigued by the woman's story, and she canted her head slightly to show it. When questioned, she was more than happy to share her own tale. "A traveler, yes," she replied with a smile, "But only for a few days. I'm the alpha of a pack to the South and a bit East of here. I used to travel quite a bit in my younger days and.. I don't know, I just was craving a little taste of that adventure, excitement again."