Honeyed Pasture ma

Heph was wandering at night, a new challenge a way to traverse. But she had explored much of the coast and had begun going south on her ventures. She heard a call, not for her name, but curiosity got the better of her and she saw a white wolf with bright eyes and a set of scars "I'm not the one you're calling but I couldn't help but be curious about such an enticing voice." Her eyes adjusted and she could better see the wolf before her, her own gaze was curious but not penetrating.