Haunted Wood the greater cause

this was not what she had meant.  she had always struggled with communicating with words, making herself clear.  it frustrated her, and she would have much preferred to do without talking altogether.

but it was required.  wolves these days were civilized.  i do not have this information.  she knows nothing of the stain the saints have left on these lands.  i do not come from here.

she begins to lead the way with her nose down, following the freshest trail.  why do you seek this?  the trees begin to break down into smaller, more navigable sections, and in an opening is a small fallow deer.  she is small and sickly. 

yet ingrid did not approach.  there were too many branches, she'd make a scene.  she turned her eye upon the strange man to confer nonverbally.