The Sentinels timidly, into a garden

The red man's answer was nonverbal, and for a moment, his silence threw the young woman. Being something of a chatterbox herself, she wasn't quite sure what to do with it. But he seemed friendly enough -- and welcoming! -- so she padded closer, her own tail swishing as her ears pressed forward in curiosity.

"My name's Easy," she told him, as she had always been taught that it was polite to introduce oneself. He did not seem keen on speaking, however, and Easy knew to respect that as well. Some wolves just couldn't, and others spoke strange languages. Although, she thought shrewdly, he seemed to understand my question just fine. "My dad used to tell me stories about this place," she offered, just to test the waters. If he seemed disinterested, she decided that she would leave him in peace. If not, she was grateful for any kind of company.