Jade Fern Grove gold in your eyes, dancing like fire

True to her luck, the inkstain soon found herself confronted by one of the traveling group; a pale woman of intimidating size, especially to her own petite frame. The growl was all the warning she needed. She set the pup down promptly but gently, ears flattening as Siarut arrived with sharp words in tow. For a beat she was silent, glancing between the two wolves warily.
She was wandering, She explained quietly, taking a few steps back from the pup and the pale wolves with only a brief puzzled glance between the contrast of their coats. Alone. I meant to lead her back to your group, but she would not follow. The truth was all she had to offer; she waited with bated breath to see if this would be enough, or if her intentions would be questioned.