Stavanger Bay the lighthouse

with her comes the scent of earth and herbs; the smell mingles with the tang of salty brine.  she arrives after many long weeks of traveling, her feet numbed by their soreness.  naturally, natshana ignores their warnings.  she is searching for someone and, until she finds them, she must keep moving.  fate would not have the apothecary reuniting with her cousin today, it seems.  instead, she's might with an unfamiliar face.  this stops her advance.  she cannot scent much about them from this distance.  they appear within their first year, teetering on the edge of adulthood.  she supposes she can handle a yearling -- if that's, indeed, what they are.

"drop yu bilaik of*?" she calls out casually to the other wolf, keeping her distance until she's certain he won't be any trouble.  natshana has no way of knowing that he doesn't speak the language.  after all, she has just come from a location that strictly speaks her mother tongue. 

* are you lost?
@Knaven