Falls of the Hinterlands suckin' on my tendies

It was evening again and Apple had to face the question of, where she was going to spend the night today. It would have been wise for her to choose one, cosy place and camp there for a while - after all 90% of hinterlands consisted of unclaimed land and she had passed many nice forests, fields and mountains that could make a lovely and safe home. The old lady had to admit, this idea of settling down for time being got more attractive by the day, but fear that any day could be last, drove her on. She had seen but fraction of the big world, since she had left her Blackthorn nest. 

By the time Apple reached the waterfalls, she was worn out and quite ready to drop "dead" on the first remotely suitable place, but her thoughts about sleeping and getting up, were diverted, when she spotted a young wolf sitting in few feet away from her. It was getting dark and her sight was not, what it used to be, therefore Apple must be forgiven for mistaking the stranger for someone else and approaching with a friendly: "Haven't I met you somewhere before?"