Fox's Glade I know you got the best intentions

As the wolf approached, Laurel noted that she didn't smell of Merrick, or anyone. The smaller wolf dipped her nose in a quiet 'hello', seeming to be a bit guarded herself. At the least she was waiting for Laurel to take charge and decide whether conversation should be had or not, which made Laurel feel a little stronger and less afraid.

It was a lot to ask, and it showed on Laurel's face that she realised that it was when she did. Do you think you'd be able to help me get back to my pack at the bypass? I explored further than I should've, and I... I don't know how I'd be able to get back on my own. It was a bit rough to ask without so much as an introduction, perhaps, but Laurel didn't want to waste time chit-chatting as a build-up to such a question. There was enough chatting to be had on the way back if the stranger accepted.