Bearclaw Valley thanatophobia

No luck today. The older wolf spotted her tawny coat and addressed her directly. Esma felt disappointed - in fate, but mostly in herself as well. Elders were more experienced and had better eye for prey and others of their kin alike. She sighed and stepped out of her hiding place gingerly, all the while her gaze was studying the gray wolf's expression and body language. At present he seemed to be at ease, but who knew, what roamed these lands. Ash Star had warned her not to trust strangers easily. 

"Is it a god of yours?" Esma asked in return, having never heard the word before.