Broken Antler Fen but written in history

She smiled warmly at the pair, knowing others often were wary of strangers. She didn't think a mother and daughter pair would be too troublesome. 
Again, that strange language came from the youth, arising questions with a base of certainty now.

She'd probably ask questions later. For now, she was wondering why two pack wolves were wandering. Perhaps just scouting, but she'd not smelt any packs close by.
"Temporarily. A lone wolf keeps moving, y'know. Gotta see the world." She smiled again.
"What brings you so far from your pack? Your pack scent isn't close by."