Blacktail Deer Plateau we must talk about our problems

There's a girl she's seen multiple times now, zigzagging through the trees. Here lately though, she's been lounging about. Her affliction was apparent, at least: a sprained ankle. No way it could be anything more serious than that, seeing as she just whizzed past her gloomy lair a minute ago. Varinril was compelled to stand, exiting the hovel. She's been wanting to talk with the girl - meet her in a more formal fashion, perhaps become acquaintances! Yet her interaction with Saarthal made her a recluse in that regard. 'Course, she still talked with Mallaidh, but chatting with anyone else felt too stressful.

Today was the day she would remedy that, worries be damned. Besides, she seems awfully nice. Varinril trails after her, gait brisk. As she closes in on her location, she detects movement. She hurries, standing before the looming trees like a luminous beacon. Oh? There was another wolf, this one not of their flock. Varinril drank in dregs of air. Thankfully, the wolf was female. That alone was enough for her to resume her trot, pawsteps loud in her approach so as to not startle them. She came to stand beside the vigorous Max, upper arm touching the girl's hip should she permit it. Her eyes trailed along the stranger's prone form, noting her disheveled appearance. She doesn't look too good.

Varinril is unusually quiet in her assessments, trusting Max to lead in way of conversation. If she found the girl's questions to be wanting, she would interject. Until then, she was okay with hanging back, listening, waiting.