Broken Antler Fen I’m tired of Goofus and I’d like my Gallant back

One thing that struck Norah immediately was the barely contained enthusiasm for her rather careless greeting. She finished her drink and then trained her eyes on the girl, taking in more information about her now that she had come close enough to be properly appraised. Her appearance and her words suggested that she had been on her own for a while, probably voluntarily, because Norah did not pick up the nervous aura of a person, who was lost, or the image of a mildly suspicious person, who was either on the run or had been exiled. 

"Not exactly," she shook her head. "Its way up North. A place called Moonspear," Norah beckoned in the general direction of the pack lands and let this information to sink in, just in case the girl knew anything about it. "You seem to have travelled far," she suggested, intent on drawing more information out of the other.