Haunted Wood don't fall asleep at the helm

Let me know if describing the faint sea in his fur is okay (Zsu has never encountered the ocean or has been near a coast in her life so far) If not, I can edit that part out. :]

As the two drew close in better suitability, she noticed his eyes were ablaze like his coat with brilliant amber and gold. His radiant colors drew her to him like a moth to a flame. From where she originated wolves were drab in black, gray, and white; essentially monotonous in their color. There was also an indiscernible waft of some sort of peculiar scent tied to his fur. Did it smell briny and salty? It was too faint and unknown for her nose to discern, but it was intriguing. His entire presence about him held a magnetism that was unlike the wolves Zsuzsa encountered before these lands. The wolves in the outskirts seemed like they were in always great need and it came with anxiousness. He seemed collected and void of desperation of any resources at least physically in health. This was indeed a good sign to the lone female.
 
Learning he wasn’t necessarily from these parts, her ear flicked at the name, Nightwalkers. ”Mm. Seems to suit a place like this…” Zsuzsa remarked, mimicking his glance at the river. She refocused her steel gaze on him. ”Any idea what happened to them?” He did state he didn’t come this far south, so maybe he didn’t know much more as it was her last-ditch effort to try and extract some useful lore about this area before proceeding in travel.
 
Giving his reasoning of being this far south, Zsuzsa shook her head. ”No.” She said simply without a smile or frown. ”Is there someone I should be on the lookout for?” She said with a neighborly tone. Zsuzsa wouldn’t mind cooperating for the sake of being of assistance to the wolves who made the greater parts of the north their home. It could provide good karma to her in the future. It could also be a question if there was anyone, in particular, she had to be cautious of during her exploration.