Deepwood Weald they're wearing steel that's bright and true

When she spoke on, apologizing, his ears tilted greedily towards her and slowly, he chanced a few shorter steps closer. Not exactly, but it sounded pretty rough.. from over there, so I guess I'm just checking it out... and maybe honestly, some old instinct had made him wonder what was struggling over here in case of easy prey pickings. But, not the case, and he stared unabashedly wide-eyed at this stranger while she seemed to sort through this.. maybe?

After apology number two, he couldn't help but shake his head. No it's all good.. are you okay out here, though? Do you live around here or traveling through? he had to ask outright. Hard to tell with wolves in what he perceived as neutral turf, and scent of her said nothing in particular to him (who was pretty inexperienced since he generally stayed close to home). She could easily belong to some family somewhere, or just some traveling band. Jarilo just doubted a pack had cropped up right near here without his sisters warning him about it already... but maybe.

Anyway, he did hope she'd answer him. He tried to look as nonthreatening as possible, without outright letting his whole guard down. He was minding himself and everything all at once—well, he tried to.