Morningside Cuesta dulasei

Soft clicks of her teeth created a gentle rhythm as she preened the sandstone fur of her shoulders, and slicked down the slight whorl of fur at her brisket with swipes of her tongue. She'd finished her forelegs and had begun to fuss about her ears with a pass of her foreleg when a flash of brilliant, pale fur caught her attention. She set her foot down and watched the young lady approach again, noticing how reluctant she seemed to have returned to find the red wolf still there. 

At least she knew to retrace her steps, though. And because she did, Paisley concluded that she was lost; and found out soon enough that she was right. 

Rivenwood? It was somewhat odd, to ask such a thing, as though Rivenwood was something that was a part of common speech, or a famous landmark. Likely the girl's home- and it probably meant a heck of a lot to her, to simply assume a random stranger would know its whereabouts. She was about to find out that the world was much bigger than she'd perhaps realized before, and that this Rivenwood of hers was likely quite inconsequential to anyone who didn't live there. 

"Darlin', I don't even know what a Rivenwood is." She said with a dry chuckle. She didn't intend to sound patronizing; a friendly gleam sparkled in her dark eyes. "But I'm assumin' that's your home, huh?" She asked, her voice warmed with a shred of compassion for the youth.