The Tangle lament

She doesn't spend a lot of time in the Tangle normally, and truth be told she's not quite sure why she's here today. She's never been the most graceful thing around, and more than once her foot slips and she thinks she'll fall; luckily, she doesn't. Instead she catches the scent of a stranger and follows it instinctively, thinking of her pack nearby. It's not so close she wants to go be an asshole or anything, but she figures it's wise to know who's lurking in the neighborhood.
She finds a massive dark man, noting no discernable pack scent on his fur as she approaches. Hello there, She calls, tail swishing behind her. The tawny girl halts a few feet away from him, her gaze open and searching. Are you a traveler?