Sleeping Dragon to hound nature in her wandereings

She nods, tail wagging a little bit. "Sure," she says, offering him a sweet smile. "You been out long, hun?" she then asks, trotting a few paces to match his place as they begin their walk. She lets him a step or two ahead of her, but is close enough to see his face and expressions. Her thoughts go to the Larksong wolves, a group she'd never met but heard about from her Heda once or twice. The freckled girl wonders for a little bit how big of a threat they really were to give Gavriel such a scare, especially since Thuringwethil had described them as ignorant bafoons-- practically, anyway. She almost asks, but decides to ease her way into the gossip rather than start out shoving her nose places they didn't immediately belong.