Emberflame Ridge Negotiate a peace, or negotiate a time and place

Gliding over the ground, Iolana wandered. Each step bringing her closer to wherever she and Lale were meant to be. She wandered soundlessly under the careful eye of her companion overhead, she was her lifeline. And when her lifeline said there was danger, she obeyed. That's what happened when Lale let out a high-pitched whistle; long, short, trill, fade. Part of their secret language for Watch out! Danger ahead!

Iolana ducked into the underbrush, quietly circling what Lale had claimed as dangerous. But once she got a good look she saw nothing but a lone wolf. Giggling a bit she stepped out of the shadows with a kind smile. "Aloha! ʻO koʻu inoa ʻo Iolana. O wai 'oe?" the wisp voiced before translating into what seemed to be the common language here: "Hello! My name is Iolana. Who are you?" With that, she called to her friend with a whistle. Lale swooped down and perched upon the lady's shoulder. Standing on her friend Lale calmed, if Iolana trusted this wolf than so could she.