Ocean's Breath Plateau i commune with nature

The woman seemed rather tense when he arrived. An instinctual reaction perhaps? It’s one he wasn’t unfamiliar with. There are marauders with troubled pasts that act this way, or simply more hardened wolves.
Whatever the reasoning may be, it did not matter. His casual greeting seemed to soothe her, much to his gratitude. Then she spoke of a name he knew well. How did she know? Had his fellow Seasman make an enemy of her?
Gylfie… Gylfie… He hummed thoughtfully to himself. I’ve met many wolves along my travels. There’s a chance I passed her by. Care to jog my memory? What’s she look like? Who is she to you?