Great Bear Wilderness maigo

The Nightingale had lost track of @Hatsu and the others of their little traveling group to this new world. A great, big, booming place of wolves and yet, Nightingale never had felt more alone. Felt more lost. She was used to living in a house of many women. Many eyes and ears and unfortunately, mouths at all times. 

Nightingale was alone. Not being told who to dance for, to sing for, to escort. Alone... What now? 

The Nightingale strode. Then - a voice, a shout! And with the language of her people. Nightingale tried her best not to rush, as it was not her to rush for anyone, yet her excitement seemed to get the best of her. It was a man, a man who shared her people's words. 

困ってますか？ She comes, yet stops at a distance for her own safety. Her eyes narrowed with questioning (her perpetual look). None the less, he was still a stranger to her.