Blackfeather Woods Into the Darkness

Celara almost flinched when the wolf came out of the undergrowth. She had braced herself, and he hadn't done so in a particularly threatening manner, but the darkness must have been getting to her. Still, she kept hold of herself, and managed to respond properly once he had spoken. Tail between her legs, she knelt, but only slightly. "I am glad to know. I am Celara, a newcomer and a traveler." She didn't question the name of the forest, strange as it was. Perhaps it grew many wild roses, though it seemed impolite to ask. "I come in peace, and seek shelter for the night." She waited in silence for a time before remembering that he had asked something else. "And yes. I am rather lost."