Deepwood Weald Damsel needing forest guide

Arlette raised her brows when the male was so honest with her that he was not familiar with this forest. It surprised her, this honestly. Then again she wasn't sure if this male was really going to help her, or be able to help her. But perhaps two were better than one. She was glad she wasn't all alone here. "Do you happen to know Rusalka?," she asked him curiously, maybe he was aware of the pack then he could send her in the right direction at least.

"Perhaps we should. What direction did you come from?," she asked him. He had a different scent on his fur, one she hadn't scented before. She didn't think it was a pack perse, but it was different than what she sniffed out before.