Phoenix Maplewood Here weary traveler, rest your wand

As she neared the male she was spotted, her pelt far more stealthy than his and yet still quite different to the terrain that surrounded them. The healer's green eyes drifted over the male, narrowing a bit as he beckoned her closer. At his words, a coy smile did grace her features and the woman tilted her head; to some it might have seemed innocent, but the move was anything but. "Not too long ago any wolf caught in these woods would have forfeited himself." She said in a lilting voice. It was still graced by her accent, the second tongue familiar and smooth to her own ears but to anyone else it would be evident that she pronounced some things differently. 

Once she was closer to him it became more obvious why he was familiar. She did not waste her time with lesser wolves, so assured was she in herself and her people. This male though - were she a betting woman she might have won a fortune on guessing his heritage. "Serilyen." The name was spoken as a title; with the respect and reverence it deserved. Saria was not one to mince when it came to respect, though such a thing was hard earned with her. In the case of the other wolf - Laerneth - the woman had been hardworking and it had earned the healer's respect.