Hoshor Plains a parlor glade

As he spoke, she eyed the ungulates thoughtfully. He was right; she saw little that would serve to stop them from wandering, save natural boundaries or lack of food. She supposed the blacktails stuck around only because the territory was good; save, of course, the presence of wolves. She made a small noise of contemplation as she considered, twisting her muzzle back around to face him. 

She gestured in the general direction of the plateau, adding, "I'm from the plateau - Morningside. I've seen most of the flatlands." They were rather far from Moonspear, and she'd hadn't expected to see one of their wolves so far out. He must be a tracker; the thought had her realize they had yet to exchange names. "my name's Dawn, by the way." She offered, small smile creasing her muzzle as she glanced back towards the male, not quite asking for his name but falling silent, allowing him to reply in kind if he so wished.