Greatwater Lake Synkverv

Rodyn raised a wolfish brow at her narrowed eyes. The fur on his nape tingles a little, it is clear she doesn't care too much for strangers. He tilts his head, eyes bouncing all around her, keeping check. He doesn't want to be sprung upon by her or any minions she may have in the shadows. Normally, he's a fairly friendly wolf, but the narrowing of her eyes, and her brusque question, it turned his fur wrong.

I don't know anyone by that name. Sorry, stranger. Did you lose someone you were traveling with? 

He thought about offering to help her look, but for some reason he stayed his tongue, determining that he would wait to see what she said to that and go from there.