Totoka River positivity hitting 50 levels deep

The girl didn't typically approach but this one didn't seem likely to be hiding a vicious streak beneath his kind eyes.

She was as lost in these lands as he was and seeking the same thing - directions or even just a name for this place she'd found herself in. These lands that didn't seem to have any place for a Nomad or a Night Stalker, perhaps a name would help her understand what she would need to be next to survive. 

He waits for her in welcome and she stalks forward, head low, halting some wary feet away as she sniffs his scent. 

"W..Where?" she manages brokenly, a furrow forming between her sunshine gaze. She's not sure he'll understand what she's asking but it's worth a shot.