Jade Fern Grove so you know i must, you know i must be going back to evil now

The retort took him aback, and he found himself suddenly sheepish. Weel, ye're quite young. Dinna see many wolves yer age on their own—was just wonderin' if ye were—

There was a change in the atmosphere, a feeling as if he was being watched. Pygmalion had trained himself to hear over the steam-whistle winter winds of the tundra, so he was particularly perceptive. Squaring his shoulders, his eyes shifted toward the shadows for a moment before returning to the girl.

Are ye alone? Pyg asked. I'm just worrit for yer safety. No everyone oot here is kind. She likely knew that, judging by the look of her. To put it crudely, it seemed as though she had seen some shit.