Duck Lake ain't that a kick in the head?

The wolf stirred and pulled away from her. Steph took the opportunity to take a step back to give him some room. She looked at him intently, her ears perking when he spoke. It wasn't a language she could remember ever hearing, and she certainly didn't know what he was saying. 

He repeated himself, and she took that as him trying to make her understand. She shook her head slowly, I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're saying, she said regretfully. Umm... I'm Steph, I'm from Easthollow, she tried, figuring an introduction was the safest start. Are you okay? she asked. He didn't seem to be scared of her presence, so that was something at least.