Twisted Slough a wind age

The embarrassment passed swiftly, for she saw that this woman cared little and seemed happier to find another wolf. There was no aggression nor fear, and so Ragna scrabbled up onto the log beside the woman. Closer, she could see that the woman, whose fur was flax and gold, was interspersed with white. Wow what a sentence.

The woman seemed friendly enough, and Ragna would not begrudge her a conversation. Hail, said she, though shyly. Not of these woods, but of these lands. She held great pride in her roots and in the land of her birth. Where are you going? If the woman was lost, then perhaps Ragna could help. She did not ask from where the woman came; if she wanted to volunteer that information, she would.