Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

The woman's head tilts one way then the other, trying to get her ears aligned just right, as if that would help. Inkeri was looking around when she parroted one word again and again, but it was not one that translated for Sanja.

Perhaps this other woman was lost. Sanja was not so eager to help others on the off-chance they were threats; so far, she'd encountered her fair share of those. However - due to a change in her biochemistry one might argue - she saw this fellow wolf in a more forgiving light.

Sanja boofs an inviting note and then, as she turns, begins the slow but steady treck through the trees. She pauses often enough to check that Inkeri is following... Not realizing that the woman's issue was something else.