Haunted Wood Stuck in her daydreams

She seemed a bit reluctant at first - understandable, given he was a stranger - yet he found his brow lifting with a moment's surprise at the depth she was willing to share. He hadn't really known what he'd expected - perhaps a vague deferral of the question, as seemed to come naturally to a good many these days. Her answer proved so much more useful, though, than the avoidance of things uncomfortable - regardless how grim the conversation turned.

"That is quite the burden. I myself have been alone for the same length, and this winter hasn't been the kindest." He quirked his mouth in the twist of a grin, yet his thoughts turned to the darker thread she wove for him to follow. Where did she fit into the war, considering she ran alone? "The wolves in these warring packs you mention, are they your family or your friends who will be fighting?" Wirt had never had to face that himself, and he couldn't imagine what comfort he could offer if the woman confirmed this true, but he would wait for her answer and figure that out then.