Dawnlark Plains Nothing, no nothing

so sorry for the wait!

The girl is still incredibly lost, despite her best efforts to catch some sort of trail that might lead her back home. Unbeknownst to her, she's managed to wander even further from Easthollow's borders than she'd been before; with each passing hour, she becomes more thoroughly lost. She isn't quite as far from the pack as she thinks, but for all she recognizes, she may as well be in a foreign land entirely. She feels like she is, at least.
A strangled cry suddenly cuts through her thoughts, not wolflike but chilling nonetheless. She halts, ears pinning to her skull as she glances around in search of the source. Nothing she can see... but surely there's someone nearby? She presses forward in the direction of the sound, struggling to keep herself from trembling too much as she considers the possibility. Maybe it's a friendly stranger; those exist, right? Right. Hopefully. Predictably, she finds herself freezing the moment the other wolf comes into view, belatedly realizing the stranger is eating something and that maybe she's picked a bad time to interrupt. She sucks in a breath, staring at him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression and struggling to come up with something to say — but nothing comes. All she can do is stare.