Northstar Vale L'intuition d'une femme

 She blinked, being slightly taken aback by the friendliness of the stranger. Sure, she had been the one to start the conversation — but she’d subconsciously come to the conclusion that she’d immediately be turned away. Hm. This was rather new. She thought to herself before snapping back to reality.
 
 "No." She shook her head. "I’ve only been traveling by my lonesome for a short while. Where I come from is a long ways from here." Her tone was respectful. She was raised better than to hold a high head towards an elder, let alone a wolf as well composed as the one before her.