Deepwood Weald let the dead bury the dead and they'll come out in droves

He approached carrying none of the caution she held, and though she was still to slow trust him, she could just as well ease into a more friendly posture. Truly she had little to fear, for they were alone and they had no quarrel. Indeed he seemed to be lonely, or at least looking for a conversation, and Ragna could indulge him in that, if at least for a while. Still she left it to the man to break their silence, and she returned his nod when he did. His reason for approaching was innocuous and endearing, her posture loosened further and her tail began to move in slow arcs.

Ragna nodded again. Though a quiet creature, she enjoyed company, and much of her exploration had been done alone. She would welcome the company. You may, she said, giving him her permission. With a jerk of her head she stood again and began to walk, wandering on in the same direction they had been headed.