Deepwood Weald Nose on the grindstone

"Oh, I would love that, but no, missy, not at all!"
Sit, sit, sit! Kept her nice and happy, kept this stranger from biting her, and gave her time to think. Who thought better when standing? Well, her of course, she thought better no matter what! Legend always thinking, on the move, on the grind. Perhaps a bit of a lie! Okay, big lie, Legend always thought better with a sit, but it also made her poised, made her 'prettier'! Though, that would not stop her, because Legend would think regardless. 

"You are no pack wolf?" Well, what lies! Her nose told her otherwise. Could she lie to her face? Oh, but perhaps she was banished. Perhaps that was why she was headed away from the location of the Two Rivers. Right! This one was banished! Or something. Or a spy. Or something.

"Yet you smell of pack. I was mistaken? I was hopin' to understand where I am a lit-tle better, ma'am!" she chirped. Squinting her eyes, her head tilted, clearly questioning in that statement. Sense? Where was it? She found none.