Haunted Wood Speed is the key

hope you don't mind Elve hopping into this :)

The Sami found herself upon the banks of a gently burbling stream as the male did - again a hint of surprise coloring her expression as a cyan gaze took in the agouti coloring of a desert land, muted grays and dusty browns, which was so unlike the dark behemoths of home that she knew. 

The elven blonde watched from the safety of the wavering grasses that sheltered her miniscule frame as the stranger bowed and drank deeply. 

Dirt discolored his pelt and the unfamiliar, far-off smells of a foreign land tainted his natural musk. He appeared to have journeyed a long distance though from where the naive and inexperienced woman could not determine. 

Elve debated internally - to expose herself to him meant possibly being met with aggression or danger, to remain hidden risked the eventuality of being found and interrogated for her innocent spying. 

With a slight swallow to dislodge her nerves, the wolfdog pulled the caribour hide over her shoulders once more and slipped hesitantly into view. 

A soft chuff escaped her lips, little more than an exhalation, as her golden crown ducked demurely. Her feathery plume swished slightly where it hung between slender legs. 

"T'is woman greets you, Pat'finder."