Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

A man came to heed her summons, but he was not who she had called for.
"Hello." The stranger's form of greeting. No, "Who are you?" or "Why are you here?" These wolves were surely different.
You are of these lands, I take it? Tsunari questioned with a barren eye. 
Does Arashi Tsukumo still inhabit this place? His scent wanders, but it was last here.