Horizon Ridge Hell on heels

A 'hello' caused Danica's attention to shift rather rapidly, fierce golden gaze lighting on silver she-wolf approaching. Instantly her hackles rose, but she forced them down. The other's tone spoke of no danger and she would be better served with obtaining information if she didn't instantly jump down the throat of every outsider she came across. There was a reason Danica wasn't an Outrider.

"Hello," she responded, somewhat uncertainly but without enmity. For a while she had been convinced to go through with her search alone, letting none know of her intentions outside of Duskfire, that approach so far had turned up a big fat nothing. So she was branching out her methods. "Have you by any chance come across any traces of lynx around here?" That was an easier question than asking about Larus or Njal.... a puppy and an adult wolf were common enough with so many packs in the area. A lynx seemed a much rarer occurrence.