The Bracken Woods you could trample upon,

Whrist was either oblivious to or just wasn’t reading the body language of the female
“Not running then, returning, that makes sense.” Whrist sighed wistfully and moved her gaze to the foliage again her gaze drifting westward into the distance “I think I was... I have a feeling I’m about to head back too”

In all her years it had never occurred to Whrist to give a false name, and so she took this wolf at her word though her heart sunk to her paws, this one was not the wolf she sought. Then perchance a spar would not be such a bad idea, she had been told not to engage the ones she searched for, not yet at least. She’d wait until they were out of the thickest part of these woods before asking for that, should the opportunity arise.

“I’ll keep you company part of the way, where are you heading to?” Whrist shifted her body and made to move along side Blodreina, not to close but not far enough away that she might lose the female either.