Deepwood Weald Manaʻo ʻole

Blonde, golden nearly. She travels with a troupe of wolves. He stated, though he was not sure why he was bothering with a stranger. My daughter is with her. Annoyance coated his expression for a short moment.

Don't go out of your way to look. The statement was blunt, direct. An order.

He would not so easily accept the help of a stranger. Maybe he was stubborn, or maybe he was cautious.