Emberwood Only good things avoided me

Grezig wanted to ask the woman where she was going, but she continued speaking before she could do so, musing to herself. Her ears did lay down for a moment or two, though, as Grezig realized her information was disappointing to the woman. She felt bad for her, suddenly realizing that her trip to wherever it was was going to take longer than anticipated.

Ryūjin. What an odd word. Sunbeam Lair it was apparently called, in the common tongue. Grezig did not recognize either name, and shook her head with a frown. “No, I am sorry,” she said. “I do not know of it. I assume that’s where you are headed?” Grezig was feeling frustrated. So far, nothing she had said had been helpful to the woman, aside from describing the areas surrounding the Emberwood. She wasn’t sure why she felt so compelled to help… She supposed it may have been because she knew what it was like to wander as a lone wolf with no real direction. She assumed the woman before her was, in fact, a loner, considering that she didn’t smell a pack scent on her.

“Oh,” she said suddenly, shaking her head. “Forgive my rudeness. I am Grezig, a member of… Uaine Gorsedd.” The pack name stumbled from her mouth awkwardly, and she was unsure of whether or not she’d said it correctly.