Ravensblood Forest a place for my head

For whatever reason, the discussion of her scent amused Natshana.  There was a glimmer of a smile on her lips, fleeting but apparent for a heartbeat.  Had she been a self-conscious wolf, she might have felt dismayed.  To her, the smell of the ocean was far from pleasant.  She preferred the more earthy aroma of the woods where she was born.  Nevertheless, that was just the way life was now.

"Good nose," she commended this 'Godbrand' with an air of good humor (or, so she hoped he would receive it that way).  As he accepted her invitation, she nodded, glad to have someone to talk to as she scavenged the area. "Do not allow me to command your time," was her last reminder as they began to walk. "I have been known to talk wolves to near-death." He was free to go whenever he liked, in her eyes; she wouldn't blame him.

"What has brought you this area?"