Sunset Valley these wild hearts run

She seemed a little unsure of him, but that was ok. He supposed some would be of a one-eyed wolf. 
"Heya," he replied to her foreign-sounding greeting. He wondered about her life, what cultures she'd been part of. 
His brow quirked at the question, "Indeed. The southeast." He flashed her a soft grin, "What about you?" If he had to guess, he'd say further north. He knew there was probably more further on, worlds couldn't end at oceans, right? There had to be something beyond them. 
Either way, he'd be intrigued by her origins. Perhaps he could learn about what lay there and decide if this was the right place of his grandmothers and mothers birth or if it was further on.
He was sure, though, he's got the right place.