Gyrfalcon's Keep surrender, but don't give yourself away

"Exploring," Moorhen agreed, feeling - oddly - more bashful than ashamed at the slight correction. He seemed a bit confused by her words, but he was keeping up. That was more than she could usually say for herself. He was also not rude or aggressive, as she'd initially worried. It'd been some time since she'd spoken to an outsider away from the borders, she realized.

Emboldened, she stood and padded a bit closer, hoping to get a better whiff of his scent. "Naame? Pack?" she asked him, assuming that such a healthy wolf must be among powerful ilk.