Broken Antler Fen My mind is going a mile an hour!

Focused as she was on the hunt, she didn't notice the nearby wolf. Once she did, Lilitu looked a little sheepish, still sodden pelt clinging awkwardly to her large, lithe frame.

But she managed a smile, and managed to keep it even through shock at the young woman's appearance. What had happened? Something awful, clearly. Lilitu tried not to let her eyes linger too long on the wounds upon the other's visage, instead giving her tail a wag in greeting.

Hello, she said, and her voice was, thankfully, steady and chipper. We haven't met. I'm Lilitu—I just returned from a few moons of travel.