Haunted Wood the greater cause

though he approaches on her good side, she nearly misses his arrival until just moments before he calls out to her.  her ear flickers in his direction and continues to dig for a short time until she comes to what she considers an acceptable stopping point.  she raises her face to him and surveys him in the dim twilight, unable to discern much in this lighting aside from his size.  he was smaller than her, and by his form he was likely younger as well.

for the night, she says.  ingrid's voice is low and rumbling with an obvious accent. to a human ear, it might sound something like russian.  you are passing through?