Emberwood coquilles.

Only now that the other was closer could she take a good sniff of them; there clung no pack scent to their coat, at least none she recognized, and also not the scent of Donovan and his followers. Her muscles loosened, especially as the woman went on to explain her situation then asked for her own. She'd been won over at that point; this was not a Saint and she could probably chill for now. Silently, she let out a soft sigh at this realization.

The fae shook her head, for the first time closing her eyes during this meeting. I'm not lost - though I am in dire need of help, but I'm afraid it's not a one-woman job. Lumi lightly joked, the traces of a tired smile on her muzzle. She was warming up her people skills again after not knowing where the next Saint was going to come from. I'm Lumiya - fae queen of the Seelie Court. We're settled in a willow forest back that way. She pointed with her muzzle in the general area of her realm. My court and many other packs have been getting terrorized by a group of crazy wolves calling themselves The Saints - That's why I was so wary of you. I do apologize. She explained herself, this time curtsying for real. It was never a bad time to start over.