Neverwinter Forest where silence comes

Kyr is scouting out if that's okay. Feel free to skip around me.

The woman moved, quick, the huntress she was on long legs and lean, streamlined build. She trotted along the boards on patrol, simply scouting out for anything and nothing in particular- a visitor, a spot of prey, an intruder, a sign of their missing pup. 

It would be the selection for the day would be a visitor, to which she met the sight of a quite small canine as far as wolves went. She thought maybe it could have been an arctic fox, but here? Down off the arctic glaciers? 

Closer inspection and a sniff would tell her that he was in fact a wolf. With his snowy white and small form came the realization of how roughed up he looked. Dirty, furs a mess and if she could see under his coat, looked like he could have been scraped and bruised. But what happen?

She wouldnt hesitate to find out and so came near, stopping at a good distance from the visitor. Pale icy blue eyes looking him over questioningly. What happened to you?