Hushed Willows A Lone World

praimfaya gives a small nod; frostbound gaze surveying the willows again. closer, this time. though there was no other scents that linger to clue her in to whether there was more wolves than just this stranger or not but still. she doesn't dare let her guard down. the worst of her instincts is soothed; however, when the woman mentions that it seems like she's alone here. these wilds are vast, praimfaya supplies in what she hopes is a helpful manner. and i am unsure if there are packs in this region. it has been some time since she's explored it in full.

i am praimfaya, she offers her name with a soft smile.

@ work. i apologize for any misspellings.