Dawnlark Plains you can call upon this family, you can call upon this day

"Imrathil, pleasure to make your acquaintance," Wraen finished the introductory phase of their conversation with a more official choice of words than she should have. Probably she sounded a little silly, but she found that ever since she was not among the leaders, who had to leave a good impression on all, she was not that worried of making mistakes and being awkward. 

"Lots of people on the road, looking for something," she said more to herself than to the dark-pelted wolf and then continued. "I am afraid I have not. There was an older she-wolf on the coast, but I assume that your friend was a male."