Kintla Flatlands It should be really easy

She paced at the edge of the river for some time, undecided on her next action, before Tytonidae found her. The soft voice was barely discernible over the rush of the river, yet the hybrid turned all the same. Whether she was beckoned by the girl's soft-spoken greeting or by instinct was unsure, but she stared openly when she did turn. The wolf was either young or very thin—Cthulhu herself boasted a near-skeletal appearance—but seemed somehow at ease. She wished she could be so composed.

Unfortunately she wasn't. A shiver wracked her thin frame as she extended her head toward the newcomer, sniffing quickly in order to catch her scent. The smell on the breeze and the smell coming from the female was similar, but because she wasn't acquainted with any Blacktail Deer Plateau wolves, she could only speculate a relation. "D-does that one have any food?" she wondered aloud, for once getting straight to the point.