The Bracken Woods Where...am I?

Seeing the old wolf sit momentarily eased Alasie in her decision to trust the wolf. There was a second wolf that Alasie hadn't noticed before, his coat created a stark contrast against Star's snow white fur. He was young, much younger than Alasie. But he seemed to be eyeing Alasie—his unbroken gaze raised her guard once more as she began glancing towards her flank, watching for more wolves. Her wits escaped her.

"The Teekon Wilds?", Alasie's thoughts escaped her mouth, "I'm not familiar with this place". Alasie's eyes wandered as the paranoia crescendoed, and she began painting several escape routes in her mind in the event that she is attacked. It must be a trap, she thought to herself. But again, what do I have to lose? It's not like I can just turn and run now.

Alasie halted about 20 metres from the two wolves. "Sagtannet", Alasie commanded her voice to hold a façade of courage, "Could you tell me about your pack? How big is it? What exactly is it that you hunt?"