Fairspell Meadow just test driving the new soup strainer.

The woman reassured her that she did in fact trespass, and Eshe flushed beneath her fur (or she would've if blushing wolves was a thing). He ears slid back as she was gently chided, though her eyes remained glued to wound that marred her face so dramatically. Bit by bit, Eshe began to settle as the stranger continued in a tone that suggested she was kind in spite of her grisly appearance. It didn't fully ease Eshe's tension, but it worked well enough that she didn't feel the need to bolt right then and there. She just kind of wanted to, if for no other reason than she was embarassed over the whole trespassing thing.

"Yeah, it's to the East of the Sunspire mountain range," Eshe replied, quoting her mother's instructions almost word-for-word. She felt confident-ish that she was headed the right direction, but reassurance would've been nice. So, she was a bit disappointed that the stranger--Maegi, apparently--hadn't heard of it before. Then again, Eshe wasn't sure if it was entirely a bad thing that she wouldn't know where to find her when this encounter concluded, regardless of how nice she was being.

When Maegi asked her name, Eshe hesitated. Her parents had told her to be wary of strangers and to guard herself if her instincts told her to. But there was a chance this stranger knew her brother, or that she might come across him someday. What good would it do her if Maegi told him that someone he'd never heard of was looking for her?

"Eshe Frostfur," she answered, immediately realizing she probably hadn't needed to share her surname. This whole being guarded thing was kind of difficult, especially for one typically so unfailingly open and honest. Not to mention naive.