The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

She didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, a white wolf came to her call. A white wolf - not Deirdre. Apparently, there was more than one stark creature among their numbers. And this one smelled different-but-familiar - an alpha, no doubt. This was good; she would not have even asked to enter the territory of anyone other than the alpha.

"Hail," she replied with a low dip of her head. "I'm trying to get home, but... I get lost easily," she said to the pale shewolf, making herself even smaller than she usually looked. "I need to get to Stavanger Bay, but I know that if I try to go around Donnelaith on my own, I'll lose my way. I was hoping I might cross through here to follow the shore back home, or maybe someone could guide me around it, so that I don't forget where I'm going."

Tail lashing in a desperately friendly manner, the shewolf waited on the stranger's answer. If she was not receptive to either ideas, she was not sure what she would do. It would have to come to following the border, and she could only pray that the smell of the sea would guide her back into the packlands.