Deepwood Weald Where's North?

She narrowed her glare. One thing she hated was when someone finished her sentence, or corrected it. Especially when in a taunting and playful way. Even though she never planned to finish the line in the first place. "Yes, my rest. A well-earned rest." This wolf certainly was not like anyone she'd met in these wilds. He seemed very..sarcastic. Then she recalled the first wolf she ever met in the Teekon Wilds. How could she ever forget him. Especially after he tried to eat her.

This wolf, oddly enough, wasn't getting as much on her nerves as most wolves would. What he said, it reminded her of someone. Then she realized it. Herself. Spoken like a true adventurer. "So, you like to travel, do you?" she asked, her gaze lightening as well as her voice to a more friendly tone.

"Well, I've lost my way from home. And now...I don't know where to go" she answered honestly. Now she really liked this wolf. Not only had he made no threats toward her, but he also pointed out how she could be afraid. And part of her was. Yet now, the fear dissolved. But not all of it. She knew how sly wolves could be, some almost as sly as foxes.