King Elk Forest try & try again

Mikasa willed her stomach to remain quiet as she slipped through the shadows, continuously scenting the air for any source of food. She was a bit too weak for anything that would fill her up for long, unfortunately, but that didn't stop her from daydreaming about the deer she scented on the wind. Although she wasn't much of a scavenger, she wondered how desperate she would need to be in order to partake of some leftovers. Typically the idea made her stomach churn, but today she felt the pull of hunger beginning to steer her in that direction. The little wolf sucked in a breath and shook her head, determined to avoid that outcome for now. If worse came to worst, however..

A voice pulled her from the depths of her thoughts, cavernous and empty as they were. Outside of being starved, Mikasa couldn't pinpoint the last real thought she'd had. Survival had been her only goal up until that point, but now she was faced with a different kind of survival: social survival. She blinked in muted surprise as she turned to face the man, wiping the look of desperation from her expression. No one needed to see a pitiful, hungry cryptid lurking about the woods. Mikasa was better than that.

"Hello, umm.. sir," she replied, hesitating briefly with the formality because why so serious? And was she really old enough to be considered a ma'am? Mikasa flicked her tail as she crossed over herself to face him head-on, smiling softly. "Do you happen to know where we are?"