Lost Creek Hollow so im going back to santa monica, new york to L.A

Sif held onto her stick a bit more tightly, growling even when the woman seemed to be friendly. You could never quite tell with wolves around these parts, although she'd had particular luck with the ladies, lately. Perhaps this wolf would also be her friend? That would be nice, as long as her stick would be safe.

With one last growl of warning, the girl began to edge toward the stranger, neck straining forward to take in her scent even as the stick - being still caught in the brush - tried to pull her hea back around.

Finally, Sif released the prize, giving it up as a lost cause, and inched forward unimpeded.