Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

A woman’s voice sounded out, though the warrior did not relax his figure so easily.

The figure was pale, ghostly in her looks. Her features were sharp, much like the wolves of the Starsea. For a moment, Foxfur wondered if he had ventured too far back. It was not until he had tried to decipher her peculiar way of speaking that he realized he’d never met this woman.

How do you cater to travelers, miss? What is it that your group offers to a wolf like me?