Wapun Meadow she who doesnt hear

she's not alone, but the wolf doesn't seem to be entirely there, either - she seems caught in a trance, words stretching on much longer than she ought to. she doesn't like it in the slightest, and so replies with an even, "fine." she scents the air carefully, wondering if the woman ingested something that might be noticeable, but finds a familiar scent instead. "you're from Easthollow?" its been far too long since she visited their borders last - she hasn't thought about it since the fire, but is guilty for not bringing any news.