Wapun Meadow Pale wanderer

Distant footsteps caught her attention, ears perking in their direction. Fisher lifted her head and was surprised to find what she saw. The stranger, too, appeared to be of northern descent, and she wondered what brought him down here. Though, he was absolutely massive, even for the gray wolves she had encountered in this land. Fisher stopped a safe distance away, being cautious as she was with any stranger, though she couldn't help the sparks of glee in her belly at having come across another northerner.

He spoke her language, too, as she expected. That was relieving to her, as her native language was articulate and eloquent, unlike her English. The words he spoke, however, were clearly a warning, as was his demeanor. Well, the man really didn't have to try to be intimidating with his massive size, though the pale woman would never show fear to a stranger.

I have nothing to fear, as I am passing through, not lingering, She replied honestly and confidently, though there was no challenge to her voice. Fisher was no fool―she would not come remotely close to claimed land.